I was pinching the small of my athletic younger brother’s back, trying to get a new sweater on him. His grunt coincided with my phone ringing. “It’s too small, I can’t get it on.” “No way! I bought it according to your measurements.” “It’s stuck! Easy, ouch, ouch, ouch.” “Okay, okay, I’m helping, aren’t I?” I gave it a good tug and cooed, “There you go, sweetie. All better now, let your big sis see.” “You sure?” Later, I heard that the boss took a mysterious call during a meeting, his face growing darker by the second. He didn’t say a word, just reamed out 28 department heads until they were teary-eyed. 1 My brother pointed at my phone. Only then did I realize I was on a call, the screen clearly displaying the name [Ethan Vance]. I picked up the phone, about to explain, but only heard the dial tone. He’d hung up. Not long after, a message came through: [If you’re recovered then get your ass back to work you’re not the CEO’s wife yet to be acting all high and mighty.] Two lines, no punctuation, which my brain automatically converted into his calm, cold tone. He must have heard me talking to my brother, full of energy, and figured I was recovered and just slacking off at home. Damn capitalist. I quickly replied: [Understood, Mr. Vance. I’ll be back tomorrow.] The “typing” indicator appeared on his end but nothing came through. He probably wanted to chew me out but held back. That mouth of his, never held back when he wanted to criticize someone. But I’d been with him for four years and this was my first time off, and it was sick leave. The next day, my colleague, Deb, saw me and immediately warned me to be careful. “He’s been in a foul mood. Yelled at all the VPs until they cried in yesterday’s meeting.” I timed it perfectly, made a cup of coffee, and knocked on his office door, bringing him the day’s schedule to review. “Mr. Vance, good morning. Here’s today’s agenda. “Two regular meetings during the day, and a dinner with the Sterling Group tonight.” He didn’t touch the coffee. His long fingers rested casually on the desk, his voice icy. “Have the new girl, Isabelle, join me for dinner tonight. You don’t need to go.” “Wh— Alright, Mr. Vance. I’ll let her know to prepare.” I swallowed my questions and quietly exited his office. He disliked subordinates questioning his decisions, and hated people prying even more. I smoothed over my irritation and walked over to Isabelle Reid. Upon hearing the news, Isabelle covered her mouth dramatically, her eyes glistening with tears. “Really, Sophia? I’m sorry, I’m just so excited…” Deb, never one to miss a chance to stir the pot, leaned in. “Isabelle, you’re really something. Only been filling in for a few days and you’re already aiming to take your mentor’s spot.” “Not at all! I still have so much to learn from Sophia. But Mr. Vance is so sweet, isn’t he?” Sweet? I turned my head and met Deb’s equally puzzled gaze. 2 I hired Isabelle a month ago, after my surgery date was confirmed. Although Deb offered to cover for me during my leave, I declined her kindness. I had my own plans. Four years ago, right after college, fate threw me at Ethan Vance’s side. Back then, he’d just left Vance Holdings to start his own company. In just four short years, he built it into an industry leader. I was by his side, benefiting from his success, but also living in his shadow. Now, everyone in the company respectfully called me Sophia, but only because I stood next to him. In reality, the doubts never ceased. Even in Ethan’s mind, I was just someone easily replaceable. Only by leaving him could I prove that I’d lasted this long by his side because of my own abilities. Besides, I’d heard when I first joined the company. He took one look at me and decided to hire me. All because I bore a resemblance to his old flame who lived abroad. I hadn’t quite believed it. Until the day Isabelle came for her interview. Ethan looked up, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, as if seeing an old acquaintance. Only then did I start to believe the rumors were true. Except this time, when people joked, they no longer mentioned that “one that got away.” “Isabelle looks a bit like Sophia, doesn’t she?” “Looks like Mr. Vance has a type.” Late at night, staring at a photo on my phone, I gradually understood. Isabelle didn’t just look like me; she looked even more like his old flame. The photo on my phone was a picture of a palm-sized photograph. One day, about a year ago, the cleaner found a photo in the trash after tidying the office and brought it to me. “Ms. Bell, Mr. Vance threw this photo in the bin. I don’t know if he still wants it.” “Give it to me, I’ll ask him.” I took the photo. Ethan had a boyish smile, looking about seventeen or eighteen. Next to him stood a girl, pretty, with a radiant smile. They stood together like a golden couple, exuding the same air of privilege, a perfect match. On a whim, I secretly took a picture of the photo with my phone. When I placed the original photo on Ethan’s desk to return it, he glanced at it. His outstretched hand paused mid-air, then retracted. “I threw it out.” “She got married.” I silently cursed myself for being nosy. “Then I’ll shred it before throwing it away, just to be safe.” “Forget it, give it to me.” My fingers had just touched the photo when his hand landed almost simultaneously on top of mine, covering the back of my hand. The moment he looked up, I pulled my hand back, my throat tight. “Okay, Mr. Vance.” The electric warmth that had coursed through me replayed in my mind. Ethan had surely forgotten it long ago. 3 After briefing Isabelle on the dinner etiquette and procedures, Deb pulled me aside. “The days you were out, she was wearing low-cut dresses with slits practically up to her navel.” “You hold back a little. Don’t tell her everything.” I appreciated her concern and chuckled. “Mr. Vance didn’t scold her, so he must like it.” “Besides, I don’t plan on sticking with Ethan Vance forever.” I turned to make coffee. The spoon stirred my thoughts, which gradually settled. Before leaving work, I placed a bottle of milk on Ethan’s desk, as usual. He had his legs lazily propped on the edge of the desk, his silhouette long and lean. “Mr. Vance, I’ve briefed Isabelle on all matters related to tonight’s dinner.” “Remember to drink the milk before you have any alcohol.” He glanced sideways. Looked at the milk bottle, then his gaze landed on my face. “You’ve lost weight.” Then, his tone shifted. “Am I not paying you enough?” “Huh?” I was slightly taken aback, then immediately understood. It had only been an afternoon, and what I’d let slip to Deb had already reached his ears. A bit fast, but not unexpected. I said seriously, “Mr. Vance, I was originally planning to tender my resignation once Isabelle was fully up to speed.” “Thank you for your guidance these past few years…” “What are they offering?” He frowned slightly, as if discussing a difficult business deal. As if I were an item in a shop window. Anyone could buy me, as long as the price was high enough. I shook my head firmly but gently. “It’s not about the money.” “Then what is it? Because I asked Isabelle to accompany me to dinner, or because you haven’t rested enough from your illness?” “If something is making you unhappy or uncomfortable, you can tell me.” His tone actually had a hint of coaxing. The golden evening sun slanted in, a ray landing right on his Adam’s apple as it bobbed. His chiseled face was in shadow, as beautiful as a sculpture. Seeing I wasn’t speaking, he reached up, loosened his tie, and undid two shirt buttons, revealing a sliver of skin on his chest. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. 4 In that instant, an air of desire seemed to bloom in the room. I looked away. In front of employees, he was always impeccably dressed, never giving anyone reason for inappropriate thoughts. Could it be… Isabelle’s flirting had opened up a new world for him? His voice pulled me back to reality. “If it’s because of Isabelle, I can understand. If you mind…” “No, it’s not that,” I quickly explained. “Isabelle is very smart, a very suitable replacement for me.” He adjusted his cuffs, stood up, and undid another shirt button. A hint of lean, firm pectoral muscle was visible. His broad shoulders tapered sharply to a narrow waist, enough to make one blush. I fanned myself with my hand. “Spring weather is so strange. It was so cold yesterday, and so hot today.” “My matter isn’t urgent. I’ll talk to you in detail later.” “Mr. Vance, you should get ready to leave.” “I’ve already told the driver; if you drink too much tonight, he’ll take you directly back to the Vance estate.” He looked at me, his tone cool, his eyes holding a predatory glint. “Don’t worry. If I drink too much, Isabelle can take care of me.” “She can take me back to my place, where I live alone.” “Of course, she could stay the night, if I wanted.” “After all, I’m pretty big—”

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Just because I wore Victoria’s Secret when we were intimate, my husband, Ethan, flew into a rage. “You tramp! Who told you to wear Chloe’s favorite brand? You think that’ll seduce me?” “Since you’ve forgotten the rules, I’ll teach you a lesson!” He ordered his men to rip my clothes off. He viciously carved “SLUT SUB” into my face. He even forced me to pay him a hundred million dollars as a “physical service fee.” To pay off the debt, I worked ten part-time jobs day and night, coughing up blood from exhaustion, but I didn’t dare stop. Ethan, however, found me disgraceful and had me suspended in a scalding steam cabinet day and night to repent. My critically ill mother cried her heart out, and in desperation, to save me, she unauthorizedly opened the steam cabinet. Unexpectedly, Ethan severed the tendons in her hands and feet and whipped her until she was covered in wounds. “That’ll teach you, you meddling old hag! If you can’t control your hands, then they’re useless!” Looking at my mother, a bloody mess, my heart shattered. I struggled to kowtow to him, apologizing, begging him for some money for medical expenses. Instead, he threw a massive claim for seven hundred million dollars at me: “You owe me seven hundred million, and you still dare to ask for more money! Absolutely shameless!” “That old hag’s life is worthless! Losing her hands and feet is her own damn fault!” “If I don’t get this money in 24 hours, I’ll send you and that old hag to hell together!” My heart felt like dead wood. By the time I crawled to the hospital with the money I got from selling a kidney, My mother was already lying in the cold, sterile morgue. At the same time, news of Ethan lavishly spending five billion dollars to set up a foundation for his mistress, Chloe, caused a nationwide sensation. I clutched my mother’s ashes tightly, tears streaming down my face. The pain of losing my mother couldn’t suppress the overwhelming, bone-deep hatred! 1 My hand trembled as I reached out, trying to touch my mother’s face. Horrifying, twisted scars crawled all over her face, making even her features difficult to recognize. The eyes that once gazed at me with love were now wide and empty, devoid of life. I collapsed to the floor, my hoarse cries mixed with the smell of blood. My heart felt like it had been ground into dust. The sound of the TV was particularly jarring. A few nurses gasped, their voices trembling with excitement: “A domineering CEO spending lavishly to win a smile from his beauty! What kind of epic love story is this!” “Handsome man, beautiful woman, childhood sweethearts – they’re a match made in heaven!” “A five-billion-dollar foundation! The romance of the rich is truly extravagant!” I clutched the crumpled bills in my pocket. This paltry sum couldn’t even buy the cheapest urn. In a suffocating despair, I shakily dialed Ethan’s number. After a long wait, his vicious curses erupted from the receiver: “Sarah, I told you to pay your debt, and you’re out there gallivanting? You’ve utterly disgraced me, and you dare to call me!” “I’m being generous by not having my bodyguards string you up and whip you! Don’t push your luck!” “You owe me seven hundred million! Transfer it immediately! Otherwise, I’ll make sure that old hag doesn’t live to see another night!” He always twisted things like this. Eight years of marriage, and I had long grown numb to such humiliation. But to give my mother a dignified farewell, I could only trample on my pride and beg humbly: “Ethan, just one last time, can you lend me a few thousand? My mom’s funer—” “Get lost!” He cut me off coldly: “Why don’t you just die, you pathetic mommy’s girl! An old whore gives birth to a little whore, always spreading your legs begging for money!” “One last time… This is my last warning to you: if you don’t pay up, it’ll be much worse than just broken bones and severed tendons!” The call was brutally disconnected. Gently closing my mother’s eyes, I slumped to the floor, completely breaking down in tears. Nearby, the nurses were still chattering excitedly. Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw Ethan and Chloe passionately kissing on the red carpet. In that moment, my heart turned completely cold! 2 I handed over the few hundred dollars I had left to the funeral home. I kowtowed until my skin was broken and raw, my knees ulcerated. Only then did they reluctantly agree to cremate my mother. But there was still no urn. Finally, a sympathetic staff member found me a battered cardboard box. The flames roared, incinerating everything to ash. Along with my last shred of attachment, it turned to dust. When I returned home with my mother’s ashes, dawn was breaking. The debauched atmosphere in the villa had not yet dissipated. Scattered, snagged stockings and lace bras hung over my wedding photo with Ethan. The lingering, filthy water stains seemed to mock my cowardice. The pain was so intense I almost suffocated, struggling to suppress the urge to wail. I stumbled into the study and found a yellowed old box. Inside, a jade pendant lay quietly. It was my mother’s only dowry. Now, it was her only remaining memento. When I got married, my mother gave the jade pendant to Ethan. But he despised it, finding the jade coarse and looking at it with disdain. I smiled sadly, pressing the wooden box and the ashes tightly to my chest. As if I were holding my mother. Just as I was about to leave, a sharp, familiar voice suddenly rang out. “What are you stealing? Hand it over, now!” Chloe, wearing a loose silk nightgown, was eyeing me with contempt. A fresh, glaringly red hickey adorned her collarbone. My gaze froze, my voice unconsciously hardening: “What’s it to you?” Chloe sneered: “Every blade of grass, every brick in this villa belongs to me. The cars, the money, even your CEO husband – he only wants to serve me!” “If I were you, I would have died of shame long ago!” Her tone was arrogant, filled with provocation and disdain. In the past, I would have gone mad, confronting Ethan. But now, I just wanted to lay my mother to rest properly. I numbly walked past her, towards the door. But Chloe suddenly lunged, kicking me hard in the lower back. She grabbed my hair, violently snatching the box away. She kicked the box, and it flew open. “You dead bitch, you think you’re worthy of touching my things!” The moment the lid popped open, the grayish-white ashes spewed out like a blizzard. “No!!” I let out a heart-wrenching scream, scrambling and crawling to gather the ashes. But a leather shoe stomped hard on my fingers. “Sarah, you look absolutely disgusting groveling like that!” Ethan’s undisguised disgust echoed from above me. My blood ran cold. I trembled with pain, but couldn’t make a sound. In front of me, Chloe clung to Ethan, complaining pitifully: “I was just worried sis took the wrong thing. I didn’t expect her to be so fierce with me.” “It’s my fault for speaking out of turn. After all, sis is the lady of this house. It’s only right for her to hit me…” Ethan snorted, picking up the scratched jade pendant from the box, his voice dripping with contempt: “Only a worthless piece of trash like you would go to such lengths to steal this garbage.” The next second. He smiled cruelly and slammed the jade pendant onto the floor. “Don’t!” My eyes were bloodshot as I screamed in despair. The jade pendant shattered into pieces, the fragments hitting me and drawing countless bloody scratches. I didn’t even feel it, frantically trying to pick up the broken pieces. Ethan grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him: “Is a broken piece of jade worth risking your life for?” “This was mine to begin with!” I gritted my teeth, the hatred in my eyes almost burning through Ethan. “This is the last memento my mom left me! What right do you have to destroy it!” A flicker of surprise crossed Ethan’s eyes: “Memento?” I pushed his arm away, gathering the ashes and jade fragments together. I smiled miserably: “Thanks to you, my mom is dead!” 3 In the dead silence, I thought I would see a flicker of remorse or sadness on Ethan’s face. Even a tiny bit. Instead, he prodded the ashes on the floor with the toe of his shoe and sneered: “That old bitch is dead? What great news!” “Should I set off some fireworks to celebrate?” His mocking laughter was like a sharp knife, cutting my heart into a thousand pieces. My blood instantly surged backward, and my ears buzzed. Ethan, however, continued his baseless, cruel speculations: “That old bitch loved to put on a show when she was alive. She isn’t faking her death, is she?” “Where’s the body? Get a medical examiner to cut her open and see, just in case she comes back as a zombie!” A massive roar exploded in my head. My teeth chattered violently. The last glimmer of light in my heart finally extinguished completely. The man I had shared a bed with for eight years. Turned out to be such a venomous, despicable wolf! My mother was dead, and not only did he feel no guilt, he was even gloating about it. I lunged at him like a madwoman, grabbing his wrist, my voice so hoarse it was barely human: “My mom looked after you for eight whole years! For eight years, she treated you like her own son!” “What did she do wrong for you to insult her like this?!” “Ethan, you’re worse than an animal!” Before I could finish, a heavy slap landed on my face. “Shut up! Your mom’s biggest mistake was giving birth to a seductive slut like you!” “You and your mother ate my food, used my things! Even if she knelt and served me, it was what she deserved!” I clutched my bleeding lip, my cheek swollen and red. Beside us, Chloe, having enjoyed the show, finally offered a hypocritical apology: “Sorry, sis, I really didn’t know Auntie had passed.” “But she’s gone now. Cheap stuff like this is just trash if you keep it around!” With that, she suddenly snatched the remaining ashes from my arms. I burned with rage, lunging at her like a maniac. But Ethan kicked me hard in the stomach, making me vomit a mouthful of blood. The blood splattered on the white floor, a stark, tragic sight. Ethan, however, was busy shielding Chloe, his voice seething with anger: “Get away from her! You worthless slut!” “You dare bully Chloe? I think you’re looking to die!” I writhed on the floor, my vision completely blurring: “Ethan, let’s get a divorce!” “You want a divorce without paying your debt? You think you’re worthy?” Hearing this, Ethan’s lips curled into a smirk, looking at me as if I were a ridiculous clown: “Until you’ve paid off your debt, don’t even think about leaving the Blackwood estate!” I trembled, clutching my wounds, and with all my strength, reached for the fruit knife on the table. Ethan looked down at me, his eyes like he was looking at a pile of stinking mud. His gaze was laced with ice, so unfamiliar it made me shiver. I suddenly remembered that rainy night eight years ago. We were huddled in a damp basement, his eyes shining: “When we have money, I’ll buy you a big house, and let your mom live comfortably.” In the steam of instant ramen, his smile was so warm. How ridiculous. Just ten minutes ago, I actually still fantasized. That he would, for the sake of those eight years, feel some remorse for me and my mother. “Fine, I’ll pay you back right now!” I gripped the fruit knife tightly and, with savage force, plunged it into my abdomen. The sharp blade tore through flesh with a sickening thud. But it was nothing compared to the agonizing despair in my heart. Ten bleeding gashes bloomed open, and I staggered, collapsing to the floor. A sticky pool of blood spread beneath me, staining the floor red. I pulled back my bloodstained lips, smiling at him: “Is this enough?” Ethan’s pupils constricted, his voice trembling with disbelief: “Are you insane?!” “Don’t think this kind of self-pity act will make me forgive you!” The intense pain burned through my organs like wildfire, yet it couldn’t match the despair of my shattered heart. I slowly tightened my grip on the knife, my knuckles white from the force, and raised my hand again. My voice was calm, yet pierced with bone-chilling sorrow: “Not enough? Then I’ll pay you back with my life too!” Before the words left my mouth, I thrust the tip of the knife violently towards my neck! 4 Ethan lunged forward, snatching the knife from me and throwing it hard onto the floor. “Trying to pay your debt with death? I wouldn’t even look at your worthless life!” “Seven hundred million, not a penny less! Don’t you dare try to threaten me with your pathetic life!” Blood trickled down from his palm. Combined with his grim, furious expression, it was terrifying. Chloe cowered behind him, timidly tugging at his sleeve. Ethan quickly turned, comforting her softly. When he turned back to me, He suddenly kicked me hard in the shoulder, his voice vicious: “If you’re going to die, die far away! Don’t scare Chloe!” “Get out!” Blood soaked through my clothes. My face was deathly pale as I gathered the last of the ashes into the wooden box. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I stumbled out the door: “I will pay back the money, and then we will divorce.” But Ethan reacted as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world: “You think you can survive without me?” “A worthless tramp who couldn’t even protect her own mother? You could lie naked on the street, and no one would want you! I’ll be waiting for you to come crawling back, begging me!” I didn’t respond, nor did I look back. Clutching the small box to my chest, I endured the excruciating pain and left this prison-like villa. As I closed the door, I heard Chloe’s feigned concern: “Will sis be okay?” Ethan scoffed, his tone disdainful: “Don’t worry. That kind of life-clinging, cowardly bitch values her life more than anything.” The cold wind whipped into my collar but couldn’t dispel the piercing laughter ringing in my ears. I bit down hard on my teeth until my mouth filled with the taste of rust. “I’m sorry, Mom… It’s all my fault for being useless…” I stumbled along. Finally, I reached my destination—the organ transplant center. The cold light of the operating table stung my eyes. I clutched the ashes in my arms, my consciousness slowly fading. Mom, I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of you. Let me use this broken body to send you on your final journey. … A few days later. The five-billion-dollar foundation finally officially began operations. As Ethan was showing Chloe around, a sharp pain suddenly exploded in his chest. He instinctively clutched his chest, his face turning deathly white. Chloe quickly grasped his cold hand, concerned: “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” Ethan, rubbing his inexplicably tight chest, forced a smile: “It’s nothing, just had a nightmare, didn’t sleep well…” Before he could finish, last night’s nightmare flashed before his eyes. Sarah, covered in blood, raising a knife, her eyes staring at him, fierce and desperate. Ding— His phone notification sounded abruptly. Ethan’s heart leaped, his fingertips trembling as he pulled out his phone. A seven-hundred-million-dollar transfer notification lay silently on the screen.

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The Hospital Director’s wife had taken a particular liking to the new male intern. She even had him, completely unqualified, assist me in an emergency surgery. Midway through the heart surgery, I suddenly realized he’d pocketed a scalpel. Faced with my questioning, the intern just smirked contemptuously. “They say Dr. Stone is a titan in the medical field. I just wanted to learn a thing or two. Surely you can’t operate if you’re short one scalpel?” Suppressing my fury, I called my wife. “How could you stick this hack in here? If something happens to the patient, how will we handle it!” She, however, defended him: “Can’t manage with one less scalpel? Why give him such a hard time! What’s wrong with a young man eager to learn!” The surgery ultimately failed. A vibrant life was extinguished before my eyes. But the Director was out shopping lavishly with the male intern, even threatening to kick me out of the hospital. “Causing a fatal incident and you still have the nerve to hang around the hospital!” Little did she know, the patient who died on the operating table was her own father, who’d suffered a sudden heart attack. 1 Crouched in the hallway, I chain-smoked an entire pack, but the inferno in my chest still raged. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Emily Young’s number. “Fire that intern immediately. I’m only saying this once.” The other end of the line was noisy and chaotic. After a long pause, her lazy voice came through: “Enough, David Stone! Don’t try to shift the blame. The lead surgeon’s failure has nothing to do with Leo Vance!” “Instead of this, you should be figuring out how to console the family. If there’s a complaint, you’ll handle it yourself!” My hand, still holding the phone, trembled from sixteen straight hours of wielding a scalpel, all to compensate for Leo Vance’s transgression of hiding equipment. And now I was supposed to take all the blame? “If he hadn’t hidden the scalpel, how could it have failed!” My roar echoed through the hallway. “This was a life-saving surgery! What was his motive for hiding the scalpel? Emily Young, how can you be so clueless, bringing this kind of disaster into the hospital? Are you trying to ruin the hospital’s reputation!” “Besides, do you even know who was on that table—” “Dr. Stone,” Leo suddenly cut in on the call. His voice dripped with feigned grievance: “It’s all my fault, I’m just an intern. I shouldn’t have let my admiration for you, the master cardiac surgeon, cause you to slip up. Scold me, hit me, I’ll take whatever you dish out!” Even a fool could hear the thinly veiled sarcasm. This exceptionally hired Leo certainly had a way about him. With just his pretty boy face, he had the usually elusive Director Emily practically living at the hospital. It wasn’t that I hadn’t been suspicious, but Emily always had an excuse: “I just see him as a younger brother. Who doesn’t like handsome young men? We’ve been married for five years, don’t you have that much trust in me?” Plus, the hospital was genuinely short-staffed. Even if I was unhappy, I had to bear it, hoping he could at least pull some weight. I never expected him to be such a menace. My anger flared hotter. I decided to reveal the truth: “Do you realize you personally sent your own father to his grave!” My free hand clenched the hem of my shirt, knuckles white. It had happened so suddenly. I only realized when I entered the OR that this critical patient, suffering a massive heart attack, was my father-in-law. With every second counting, I had planned to tell her after the surgery. Who knew… I could have saved his life. The line went silent for a long moment, then Emily snatched the phone back and cursed venomously: “Have you lost your mind, David Stone! Just because you couldn’t save him, you’re cursing my dad? He’s perfectly healthy back in the countryside. Some son-in-law you are!” “You are fully responsible for this incident. Effective immediately, you are banned from the operating room. Reinstatement pending review.” “Additionally, six months’ salary will be docked, and a hospital-wide critique will be issued. You will be required to make a public apology!” Beside her, Leo feigned conciliation: “Dr. Stone, don’t take your anger out on me. I was just following orders. If I’ve offended you, I hope you can forgive me.” I almost vomited blood. Did this foolish woman even remember that the hospital’s current renown was entirely due to my unparalleled skills in the medical field? “Alright, David. I’m going with Leo to pick out a watch. Instead of this pointless chatter, you should be working on your apology letter.” With that, the call abruptly ended. The rage in my heart blazed. I violently pushed open a door, right into the bewildered Head Nurse. “Dr. Stone,” She looked troubled. “The patient’s family… we can’t reach them.” 2 My brow furrowed deeply, momentarily at a loss. Emily lost her mother young and was raised solely by her father. After our marriage, my father-in-law lived alone in the countryside, cutting off ties with relatives. Only I knew of his death. “Follow standard procedure for now. I’ll handle the rest.” Tossing off my surgical cap, I slumped into a chair. The cool air hit my face, slightly quelling the burning anger in my heart. I opened my phone. Emily had actually updated her social media feed: “Feeling young again, it’s wonderful.” The accompanying picture showed Leo, beaming, surrounded by piles of luxury gift boxes. I stared at the screen, a cold laugh escaping my throat. She really doesn’t see me as her husband anymore, does she? Although Emily and I met through a setup, genuine feelings had developed, which led us to the altar. Emily moved here for me, founded the hospital. And to support her, I turned down high-paying offers from other hospitals to become a doctor under her name, making this hospital increasingly famous in the city. I once thought it was a mutual effort. But now, because of Leo, things had diverged. And now, this divergence was becoming a real eyesore. The next day, I put on my white coat and went to the clinic, looking at patient charts while waiting. But after a long wait, not a single patient came in. This wasn’t right. Usually, my clinic appointments were snatched up. By noon, still no patients. As I prepared to leave, the door was suddenly knocked on several times, hard. I opened it to an angry face. “Dr. Stone, you’re at the hospital! Why did you cancel our appointment after I booked it?! I waited a month for this slot, and you just decide not to see patients?!” I frowned, trying to calm him down first. “Tell me what happened. I didn’t receive any notification about not seeing patients.” The patient angrily pushed me aside. “Stop pretending! If you didn’t want to see patients, don’t offer appointments. Do you get a kick out of messing with ordinary people like us?! I bet other hospitals can treat this!” With that, he spat viciously in my direction and stormed off. Realizing something was wrong, I quickly called the nurse in charge. She sounded surprised. “Wasn’t it you who notified us? That today’s appointments, no, actually, all appointments for the next week, were canceled. I thought you weren’t feeling well…” My pent-up anger surged. I demanded loudly, “Who notified you!” “It was Leo… He said it was your instruction…” Him again! The fire completely uncontrollable, I stormed into the intern’s lounge where Leo was, only to find Emily there too. “Leo!” I grabbed the nearest book and hurled it at him. “Who told you to cancel my patients without authorization? Don’t you know how hard it is for some people to get an appointment! What are you trying to do, let them die!” The man, caught off guard by my attack, immediately covered his head and squatted down. Seeing this, Emily became protective. “Leo was acting on my orders. Hitting him is like slapping my face, you know that!” My heart sank. I could hardly believe it. “Why, Emily, why would you do this? These patients have been waiting desperately for me to see them.” But the woman just rolled her eyes impatiently. “You had a major medical incident, and you still want to see patients in the clinic? If anything else goes wrong, the hospital can’t take responsibility.” “I’ll reassign your patients to other doctors. We have more than just you here, and Leo will help out too. For now, just stay away from the hospital.” My hands clenched into fists, veins popping on the back of them. This was like throwing me under the bus after I’d done all the work. The cardiology department, built on my reputation, yet I was being made to bear this undeserved disaster because of Leo’s mistake. I really was too good-natured, too patient. “In that case, I resign.” 3 Hearing this, Emily finally showed a flicker of nervousness. “What did you say?” Her eyes widened in disbelief, all her accusations caught in her throat. Seeing my calm expression, she visibly panicked. “No, David, please don’t get agitated, okay?” “This was indeed my oversight. I shouldn’t have canceled your patients without discussing it with you. How about this, starting tomorrow, everything goes back to normal, you can see your patients as usual.” “I’ll transfer Leo to another department. I promise you two will have no contact. Are you satisfied with that? Please don’t talk about resigning anymore, okay?” I took a deep breath and, after a long pause, nodded. “No need to transfer him to another department.” Emily brightened, about to say something. “Fire him outright.” Her smile froze on her lips. She blurted out, “No way!” I let out a cold laugh, leaning my hands on the table, staring at her. “Emily, I’m not discussing this with you.” The woman stared hard at me, finally relenting. “Fine, I’ll fire him…” Just then, Leo suddenly spoke, his eyes full of resentful. “Dr. Stone, I apologize. The previous surgery was my fault. But I really want to learn at the hospital. Please don’t kick me out, even if it means I have to be a janitor!” “Please, as long as I can stay at the hospital, I’ll do anything!” As he spoke, he actually knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me. He looked for all the world like I was some unforgivable villain. Startled, I was about to stop him when Emily quickly helped him up, her gaze towards me now tinged with resentment. “Alright, David Stone, I’ve made a concession too. Let Leo stay at the hospital. If it’s really an issue, I’ll transfer him to the morgue, how about that.” My heart clenched. I was about to speak when Leo kowtowed several more times. “Thank you, Director Young! I’m willing to work in the morgue. As long as I can stay at the hospital, I’ll do anything!” Emily’s eyes were full of pity as she pulled him to a seat. “It’s okay. As long as I’m here, no one in this hospital can kick you out.” After saying that, she shot me a fierce glare. I clenched my fists, thinking that as long as he was far away from me, it would be fine, so I said nothing more. Just then, the Head Nurse suddenly sent me a text message. “Dr. Stone, I can’t find you. The deceased’s family still isn’t answering their phone. I had no choice but to place him in the hospital morgue, but he can’t stay there indefinitely, can he?” I pinched the bridge of my nose and said gravely, “It’s okay, I’ll talk to the family.” Hanging up, I walked over to Emily and said in a low voice, “The Head Nurse has probably called you many times these past two days. It’s not right for Father-in-law’s body to remain in the morgue. Although it’s hard to accept, I’ll be with you through this difficult time.” Emily’s eyes widened suddenly, and after a moment, a deeply sarcastic smile formed on her lips. “Are you serious, David Stone? I’ve already compromised, what more do you want? Cursing my dad over and over, what are you playing at!” “I’m warning you, this hospital can function without you! If you dare do this again, watch out, I’ll tell my dad!” I almost laughed out of sheer anger. Even now, she refused to believe me, thinking I was just jealous of Leo. “Emily Young, do you have a brain? If he hadn’t secretly hidden that scalpel, how would your father have died!” A sharp “smack” sound. My head was knocked to the side, and a metallic taste of blood instantly filled my mouth. “David Stone, haven’t you had enough! If you dare say that again, believe it or not, I’ll divorce you!” A fleeting, imperceptible glint of triumph flashed in Leo’s eyes, then he adopted a different tone, looking at me. “Dr. Stone, even if you hate me that much, you shouldn’t use Director Young’s father’s death to deceive her. This is a human life, it’s no joking matter.” I covered my face, taking a long moment to recover, then said angrily, “Fine, you don’t believe me, right? Then call your dad right now and see if he picks up!” “I’ll call him!” Emily shot me a fierce glare and immediately pulled out her phone. It rang for a few seconds, then the call connected. 4 “Hello, is this the family of Samuel Young? This is the hospital. Your father’s heart surgery was unsuccessful…” The words Emily was about to say froze on her lips. She looked at the phone number in disbelief; it was indeed her father’s. “Who are you?” Unconsciously, her voice had begun to tremble. It was on speakerphone, loud enough for me to recognize the voice too. “I’m the Head Nurse of Cardiology at Union General Hospital…” Emily’s face changed drastically. She immediately hung up and ran out. I followed her, watching her run to the nurses’ station. The Head Nurse was still holding her phone and was about to speak when Emily reached her. “You’ve got some nerve, colluding with David Stone to deceive me! How dare you curse my father to death!” A sudden slap caught the Head Nurse completely off guard. She covered her face, explaining softly, “No… I wasn’t lying, Director. That really was the deceased’s phone—” “Still talking? Do you have a death wish or something!” Emily delivered several more slaps, her face flushed red. “You always listen only to David Stone and disregard me, the Director. Now you’re completely lawless, aren’t you!” “I’m announcing it now, you’re fired.” Tears welled up in the Head Nurse’s eyes. She looked at me pleadingly. “Dr. Stone, please help me explain, I wasn’t lying!” Suppressing my anger, I pulled Emily away. “Have you made enough of a scene! Are you under Leo’s spell or something!” She struggled hard, glaring at me with a face full of resentment. “I should be asking you, what exactly are your intentions! If you don’t want to take responsibility, just say so. Why drag others into your lies!” “Let me tell you, this hospital doesn’t revolve around you. Even if you leave, it won’t collapse!” Seeing the hatred welling up in her eyes, I suddenly felt that the person before me was a complete stranger. When had she stopped believing even a word I said? “Fine…” I regained my composure. “Then I’ll resign.” This time, Emily didn’t hesitate, her face flashing with impatience. “Same threat, I won’t fall for it twice. If you want to go, then go!” Then she took Leo’s hand. “Let’s go! It seems the cardiology department needs a good shake-up too.” And Leo, being pulled by her, cast a sarcastic smile in my direction. He was saying, he had won. Unfortunately, I no longer wanted to participate in this game. Walking out of the hospital, I looked at this institution I had poured my heart and soul into, feeling utterly exhausted for the first time. Standing there for a long time, I took out my phone and dialed an unfamiliar number. “Director Hughes, about your previous offer to invite me to your hospital, is it still valid?” The person on the other end was delighted. “That’s great! As long as you want to come, I’ll have an offer sent to you immediately!” “No rush…” I looked into the distance, my voice heavy. “Wait until I’ve dealt with everything.” My father-in-law’s body, the resignation procedures, and… My marriage to Emily. When I got home, Emily didn’t even spare me a glance. I knew this was her usual cold shoulder tactic. In the past, I was always the one to compromise first; after all, in her eyes, any mistake should be my responsibility. But since that surgery, it felt like I could see everything clearly. “David Stone, I truly misjudged you.” Seeing my silence, she looked at me with deep disappointment. “Even if you’re jealous, even if you’re trying to make excuses for yourself, you can’t keep joking about my dad!” “You must apologize to Leo, or I will never forgive you!” I scoffed, pointing to my phone. “No need to forgive me. I’ve already submitted my resignation. You just need to approve it.” Unexpectedly, since I didn’t back down at all, Emily gritted her teeth and nodded. “Fine, as you wish!” Seeing the “resigned” status, a wave of relief washed over me. Thank goodness, it would soon be over. The next morning, I went to the hospital morgue early, planning to take his body to the funeral home. At the very least, I should give him a dignified farewell. Who knew that as soon as I opened the door, Leo blocked my way. “Dr. Stone, what are you doing? Trying to destroy the evidence to deny your mistake?!” I was almost amused by his nonsensical accusations. “Get lost. Don’t make me curse you out.” As I said this and tried to enter, Emily also walked over. Seeing me, her face instantly darkened. “You’ve been fired, what right do you have to still be here!” I couldn’t be bothered with her; the people from the funeral home were about to arrive anyway. Just as I was preparing to wheel the body out, Leo stubbornly blocked me. “What are you doing!” In the struggle, the white sheet covering the body suddenly fell off. Emily’s face instantly turned completely white.

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The day I was a perfect match for my father, who was in the terminal stage of leukemia, I ran away. Mom searched everywhere for me, but in the end, she had to say goodbye to Dad without me. Later, Mom dedicated herself to leukemia research and achieved remarkable success. She also adopted a sweet, obedient daughter. We met again at a leukemia symposium Mom was hosting. Mom looked down at me, lying on the demonstration table, her expression cold. “Summer Lin, this isn’t the place for your games.” “Get up and get out, now!” Hearing this, the host beside her was stunned. “Dr. Lin, you know this donor?” Mom scoffed. “How much did she pay you to play along with this charade?” The host was flustered. “Dr. Lin, Miss Summer Lin passed away three days ago…” … Mom frowned. “I thought today was for serious discussion, not some April Fools’ prank.” “Summer’s special effects makeup is incredibly lifelike; I almost believed it.” As she spoke, her gaze unintentionally swept over my face, a flicker of panic in her eyes. She forced a stiff smile. “So, is this whole charade supposed to be a surprise or a shock?” The host shot a pleading look at a reporter nearby. The reporter stepped onto the stage and took the microphone. “Hello everyone, I’m Sarah Miller, a journalist and one of the organizers of this event.” “Next, we’ll play a message from our donor.” The large screen on stage began to play a video. In the video, I was sitting on a beach, looking at the camera. “Hi everyone, I’m Summer Lin. I love the sun, the sky, and the sea. So, look, isn’t the ocean behind me magnificent? I always dreamed of coming to the beach with Mom and Dad.” “But that’s become an impossible dream. It’s okay, though. I brought a photo of Mom and Dad, so it’s like they’re here with me.” I carefully took a photo from my bag and showed it to the camera. “Oh, and my mom is an absolutely incredible woman, and also…” Before I could finish, I suddenly collapsed backward. The camera shook violently, and screams came from off-screen. “She’s unconscious! Quick, get her to a hospital!” “I told you not to let her come! You still let her!” The next moment, I reappeared on camera, making a silly face. “Haha, fooled ya!” As I laughed, my eyes reddened. “Mom, I love you. So, so much.” The video froze on the image of me crying. Mom’s expression remained indifferent. “Ms. Miller, this is an academic symposium, not some family reunion show.” The audience immediately started murmuring. “Isn’t that Dr. Lin’s daughter? I heard Summer was a match for her dad. If she’d just donated marrow, he wouldn’t have died.” “She’s heartless. Wouldn’t even save her own father.” “What’s she trying to pull, showing up at a symposium like this?” “Probably saw Dr. Lin getting famous and wants a piece of the pie.” “This donor… it can’t really be Summer Lin, can it?” “If she’s dead, she had it coming. That’s karma for not saving her dad.” But it wasn’t that I didn’t want to donate marrow to Dad; I just couldn’t. If I could, I would have gladly traded my life for his health. But I couldn’t even save myself… Hearing the whispers from the audience, Mom’s face changed drastically. She was about to reach out and touch me when Sarah quickly stopped her. “Dr. Lin, please watch the documentary first.” “We hope that through Miss Summer Lin’s cancer journey documentary, everyone can truly understand the world of a leukemia patient.” The screen changed, and loud music instantly filled the air. It was a noisy bar. I was carrying a tray full of drinks, weaving through the dancing crowd. Even heavy makeup couldn’t hide my pale complexion. Suddenly, I grabbed a drink and splashed it at the camera, annoyed. “Can you stop bothering me while I’m working?” “You’re Summer Lin, right? Hi, I’m Sarah Miller. I’m a journalist with a cancer advocacy group, and we want to film a documentary about leukemia patients.” “If you agree to be filmed, we can cover all your treatment costs.” Her voice was gentle and sincere. I stared into the camera and asked, “If I cooperate with your filming, can you give me the treatment money in cash instead?” Silence from the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile, picked up my tray, and went back to work. Until 2 AM, I dragged my exhausted body out of the bar. The woman approached me again. “Summer, do you urgently need money? Are you in some kind of trouble? I can try my best to help.” The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. Gasps came from off-camera. “Summer!” [Filming Log: June 2, 2024] “Summer, are you working yourself to death to pay for your father’s treatment?” I had a popsicle in my mouth, looking displeased. “You’ve been investigating me behind my back?” Sarah patiently answered, “You’re the subject of our documentary. We naturally need to understand your basic situation beforehand.” “But are you sure you don’t want to tell your parents you’re sick?” I shook my head firmly. “No.” “Why not?” Sarah’s gaze was hesitant. I opened the notes app on my phone and showed it to her. 4:00 AM – 7:30 AM: Diner prep cook 8:00 AM – 5:00 PM: Sales office 5:30 PM – 8:00 PM: Tutoring at after-school center 8:20 PM – 9:30 PM: Private tutoring 10:00 PM – 2:00 AM: Late-night food truck I suppressed the turmoil inside me and said bitterly, “That’s my mom’s schedule. Five jobs a day, to earn money for Dad’s treatment.” “If she knew I was sick too, what would she do?” Sarah’s eyes welled up a bit. I sniffled. “The only two hours of rest she gets each day would disappear.” “She’ll work herself to death!” Talking about Mom, I couldn’t hold back my tears. “My mom was supposed to be a doctor, saving lives. But she gave up her dream, carrying our whole family on her small shoulders.” “Dad was diagnosed with leukemia my senior year of high school. To not be a burden on Mom and me, he snuck out one night and tried to drown himself in the river.” “Mom and I cried and begged him, and only then did he give up…” Sarah handed me a tissue. “Summer…” I took the tissue and roughly wiped my tears. “If Dad knew I was sick too… what choice would he make?” “There’s already one cancer patient in the family. There can’t be a second.” Sarah patted my shoulder, wanting to hug me. I shook my head at her. “The day the match results came in, I was diagnosed with leukemia at another hospital.” “I was so scared Dad would find out, I just ran.” “Dad thought I didn’t want to save him. He didn’t blame me; instead, he cried and begged me to stay. He said it was okay, as long as I was happy, that’s all he wanted.” “My check-ups were always fine before, but it just had to be that day.” “Just a little bit more… and I could have saved him…” I covered my face with my hands and broke down crying. [Filming Log: June 10, 2024] I was rushing around on my e-bike, delivering food, the camera always behind me. After finishing the last delivery, I sighed at the camera. “I told you, I don’t have time to film with you.” “Summer, wait.” Sarah stepped in front of my bike, pulled out her phone, and showed me the screen. “Look, we contacted a charity. They’ve already raised the money for your dad’s medical expenses and will donate it.” “Summer, please believe us. We genuinely want to help you.” “So please, don’t give up on yourself. Come to the hospital with us and get treatment, okay?” The screen went silent for a moment. When I looked up again, tears were streaming down my face. “I’ll do the filming.” “Consider it my way of repaying you for saving my dad.” [Filming Log: June 11, 2024] Looking at the words “Body Donation” on the contract. I suddenly looked at the camera. “Where will these videos be shown? I don’t want Mom and Dad to see them.” “They can never know. Not ever.” Sarah immediately cut me off. “Summer, you’re not going to die.” “The videos will only be used as internal records. Don’t worry, they won’t find out.” For the first time, I smiled on camera. “Thank you, Sarah.” [Filming Log: July 1, 2024] My face was gaunt, cheeks hollowed, the hospital gown hanging loosely on me. Looking at the camera, I forced myself to sit up. “Can I stop chemo now?” Sarah held my hand and shook her head firmly. “Summer, I know chemo is painful, but you have to believe you can beat this. Let’s just try a little harder, okay?” The recurring fevers and vomiting tormented me to the breaking point. That night, I lost control, threw my food on the floor, and drove everyone away with harsh words. Afterwards, I hid under the covers and cried. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Sarah hugged me through the blanket. “Summer, it’s okay.” My voice trembled. “I never knew chemo was this horrible. Dad endured all this for us.” “Sarah, I miss Mom and Dad so much…” [Filming Log: September 1, 2024] “Summer, it’s your birthday today. Do you have any birthday wishes?” The camera focused on the hospital room door. The next moment, I opened the door and walked out. I was wearing a pale yellow long-sleeved dress and a brown curly wig. “Sarah, let’s go to the amusement park today!” Before we left, I secretly took some painkillers. Sarah saw but didn’t stop me, just turned away and quietly wiped her eyes. I sat on the carousel, making a peace sign at the camera. Sarah held up her phone, taking pictures of me. “Summer, look here! Smile! Yes, that’s it, so pretty.” When I got off the carousel, my legs suddenly gave out, and I collapsed to the ground. The painkillers had worn off. Back at the hospital, the doctor immediately gave me an injection. That evening, I used the photos Sarah took to make a social media post. The camera focused on my phone screen. A minute later, Dad liked my post and commented, “Happy birthday, sweetie. You’ve lost weight. Make sure you eat well.” Two minutes later, Mom sent me $500 via a money transfer app. Double what she sent last month. Tears fell onto the phone screen, one after another. I wiped them away, blew out the candles on my cake, and made a wish: “I wish Mom and Dad will always be healthy and happy.” [Filming Log: October 6, 2024] “Summer!” Sarah rushed into the room, her voice urgent. I was completely wrapped in my blanket, shaking violently, my choked sobs filling the air. Sarah reached out and gently touched where my head was under the blanket. “Summer, are you okay?” After what felt like an eternity, I slowly emerged from under the covers. My eyes were red and swollen from crying, my face streaked with tears. “Sarah… my dad passed away.” Sarah looked at me with concern. “Summer…” I wiped my tears and struggled to get out of bed. “Sarah, I want to go see Dad one last time.” The scene changed to a funeral home. Sarah had someone distract Mom, and I went to Dad’s viewing room, holding a bouquet of white lilies. I bowed deeply three times before his casket and paid my respects. No one had noticed me yet. But as I left the viewing room and was about to get into the car, Mom suddenly called my name. “Summer?” I didn’t dare turn around. I urged the driver to go, fleeing in panic. I looked in the right-hand rearview mirror. Mom ran after the car for a few steps, then stopped, stunned, watching me leave with an expression full of disappointment. Then my phone rang. It was Mom. My hand trembled as I pressed the reject button. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall, whispering, “Mom, I’m so sorry.” [Filming Log: December 10, 2024] After the third round of chemo, I was even worse. Sarah sat beside me, reading a list of leukemia survivors from the hospital. I interrupted her. “Sarah, take a picture of me.” Sarah was stunned. “What?” “While I still look somewhat human, let’s take my funeral portrait.” Sarah’s voice choked. “Don’t say things like that.” I smiled faintly. “You have to make me look beautiful.” And just like that, we started. I got up, put on my wig, and changed into new clothes. Such simple actions took me a whole hour. Sitting in front of a white wall. I gave a big smile to the camera. Sarah’s eyes were red, her hand holding the camera shaking so much that ten shots in a row were blurry. I shook my head in mock disgust. “Sarah, you’re making me look awful.” Sarah sniffled. “You promised me you’d keep fighting. Otherwise, I’ll use these ugly pictures for you.” I burst out laughing. “Alright, alright, as long as you make me look good.” Just then, a flock of birds flew past the window, chirping. Sarah aimed the camera at my face. Click. My smile was forever captured in the camera. “Doctor!” “Someone, quick!” Chaotic shouts erupted around me. Sarah dropped the camera and rushed towards me. I stared at the spinning ceiling and slowly closed my eyes. “Mom, I’m sorry.” “Dad, I’m coming to find you.”

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The day my wife gave birth, my mother and I accidentally overheard her conversation with her assistant outside the delivery room: “Jason, I had twins with different fathers. The one with the birthmark on his hand is your son. The other one is my husband’s.” “Vivian, really? That’s… shocking!” Jason Clark looked utterly incredulous. “It’s true! That night, after I was intimate with Liam, I was also with you. I wasn’t sure… so I had a DNA test done immediately. The results showed they’re heteropaternal superfecundation twins!” Hearing this, Jason was ecstatic. He took his child and showered Vivian Hayes with passionate kisses. Witnessing this, my mother couldn’t bear the shock. She collapsed and never woke up. As I knelt before my mother’s cold body, weeping uncontrollably, Vivian sent me a text. “Honey, I’ve decided to go to a postpartum recovery center. I’m only taking one of the babies. You can take care of the other one. Let you experience what it’s like to be a father!” The double blow made me want to die. I coughed up a mouthful of blood! … 1 I don’t know how to describe the rage and grief churning inside me. My lover’s infidelity, my mother’s death, and the fact that one of the sons wasn’t mine—all these humiliations felt like an invisible demonic hand, clutching my heart so tightly I could barely breathe. Looking at my mother’s lifeless body, my guilt intensified. But there was no time to wallow in sorrow; a nurse soon approached me, holding a baby. “Mr. Miller, please hold your baby! He’s been crying non-stop ever since your wife left with his brother.” “It’s like he knows his mom abandoned him.” I raised my bloodshot eyes and slowly turned my head towards the baby in the nurse’s arms. I reached out with trembling hands and took the child. In that moment, my heart was in turmoil. I prayed that Vivian had taken my child, not that other man’s. But when I saw that the baby’s tiny hands had no birthmark, it was like I’d been punched in the gut. I collapsed to the floor. She had chosen to leave my child behind, taking only Jason Clark’s son to live their so-called happy family life. My heart ached unbearably. Just then, Jason Clark texted me: “Liam, buddy, I’ll take good care of Vivian and the little guy, don’t you worry! I’ll even be his godfather.” Right after, he posted on social media. Two photos. One showed his hand intertwined with a delicate, fair hand wearing a wedding ring. I knew that hand too well. On her ring finger was the wedding ring I had personally designed and given her. The other photo was of him holding their son in one arm, his other arm around Vivian’s back as she snuggled her head on his shoulder. “Grateful for the two most important people in my life: my son and the woman I love most.” “Even during her recovery, she wants to be with me and our son.” Colleagues who knew us, though confused, liked and congratulated them. Only I stood frozen, clutching my phone, my eyes red and trembling. What a shameless pair. What a stolen family. She claimed she left my son with me so I could learn to be a father, supposedly to spare Jason’s feelings. In reality, she just didn’t want my child to get in their way. The baby was so young, just born, and already abandoned by his own mother. I silently took off my wedding ring and threw it out the window. Seven years of deep affection had ended in mockery and betrayal. What should have been a joyous occasion had turned into planning a funeral. I swallowed all my bitterness alone, arranging my mother’s funeral. Vivian never called me, not even a single text, since that day. She didn’t even ask about our young son. 2 That night, I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers. I’d serve them to her when she returned. Since the baby was so young, I hired a nanny to help care for him. Life had to go on. Work couldn’t stop. I returned to the office. As soon as I walked in, I heard colleagues whispering. When I walked past, they all looked at me, their eyes filled with mockery, pity, and sympathy. “Did you guys hear? CEO Hayes actually had twins with different fathers. One of them is Assistant Clark’s.” “Whoa! You can’t just say things like that.” “I’m not making it up, it’s true. The day CEO Hayes gave birth, I happened to be passing by and accidentally overheard the doctor talking to her.” “Look, Assistant Clark even posted about it on social media, saying something about being a godfather. He’s actually the biological father.” “Oh my god, that’s insane!” “Director Miller is so pitiful. He doesn’t know anything. CEO Hayes not only cheated on him but also left him with his child…” All sorts of humiliating words reached my ears, making them burn. Everyone knew Vivian had cheated on me. I don’t know how I made it to my office; my chest ached as if it were bleeding. Before I could even compose myself, a colleague came in to tell me there was a meeting. “Director Miller, CEO Hayes just called. She wants everyone in the conference room for a meeting.” When I entered the conference room, it was already full. I looked up at the projector. Vivian was on screen, holding Jason Clark’s child, announcing something to everyone. “During my recovery period, I’ve decided to let Assistant Clark temporarily take over as acting CEO. That project we were working on needs to be pushed forward. Whoever can land the contract will receive a very generous bonus from the company.” As soon as she finished, everyone turned to look at me again. “I thought CEO Hayes would let Director Miller manage things, since he’s her husband.” “Alright, keep it down.” I ignored the whispers and focused on winning that project. After all, I’d be divorcing Vivian soon and resigning. I needed to earn some money for the baby before I left. From then on, I was constantly running between the company and home, trying to soothe a baby to sleep while also working late on the project. After several sleepless days and nights, my body started to give out. By the time I finished the project, I was exhausted. When I took the initiative to contact the client with my project proposal, they were very satisfied with it. As soon as I got back to my office, I collapsed from exhaustion. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a hospital. I was anxious to be discharged because the client was coming to sign the contract today. Unexpectedly, when I walked into the conference room, I saw Vivian with Jason Clark, signing the contract with the client. “I never expected Assistant Clark to be so talented. This project is actually his work.” “I thought it was Director Miller’s.” “How could it be? I’ve been in charge of this project all along. I put a lot of hard work into it.” Standing at the door, I couldn’t hold back any longer and rushed in. I finally understood. Jason Clark had stolen my project while I was unconscious and claimed it as his own. 3 “Jason Clark, the project I worked tirelessly on, staying up all night—when did it become yours?” I looked at this despicable scumbag, wanting nothing more than to punch him. He saw the fury in my eyes and, flustered, hid behind Vivian. “CEO Hayes, this project is indeed mine. Director Miller must be addled from taking care of the baby if he’s trying to steal credit.” Hearing this, Vivian glared at me, then politely addressed the confused client. “Don’t listen to him. I announced a big reward for anyone who could produce an outstanding project, so naturally, everyone wants a piece of the pie.” “I believe this project was done by my assistant, Jason Clark.” The client, enlightened, looked at me with disdain. “I can’t believe there are people in this world who would stoop to such sneaky things for money.” His words made everyone present mock me as a thief. “I never knew Director Miller was that kind of person!” “You can know a person’s face, but not their heart!” “Could it be retaliation? Because of that…” “Shh, don’t talk!” I stood there like a clown, utterly humiliated. I couldn’t take it anymore. I punched Jason Clark in the face. “This is my project! How dare you just take it?” Vivian’s face immediately darkened. She had an employee escort the client out, not wanting them to witness a company dispute. Once they left, Vivian slapped me across the face. After she hit me, her body trembled violently, and she quickly pulled her hand back. Since we married, we had always been loving and had never fought. Now, because of Jason Clark, Vivian had truly lost it with me for the first time. “Are you done making a scene? Do you have to embarrass me in front of everyone? If you want money, I can give it to you.” “The client was just here, and you act childishly, trying to steal a project like a thief.” She didn’t even offer me an explanation. Even if I continued to insist the project was mine, no one would believe me. Jason Clark hypocritically rushed to Vivian’s side. “CEO Hayes, don’t blame Director Miller. Don’t let my affairs cause you two to argue.” But our marriage had already fractured because of him. He’d even fathered a child with her. I laughed self-deprecatingly, tears of utter disappointment welling in my eyes. Seeing me like this, Vivian’s heart fluttered. She wanted to say something, but I had already taken off my work badge and thrown it on the floor. “Vivian Hayes, I’ll send you the divorce papers and my resignation letter later.” With that, I disappeared through the doorway. Vivian was stunned. She hadn’t expected me to bring up divorce. Just as she was about to chase after me, Jason Clark quickly stopped her. “Vivian, let’s go home quickly!” “Mom just called, said the baby’s been crying non-stop.” “I think he misses his mommy.” Hearing this, Vivian lost all inclination to look for me and hurriedly left with Jason Clark. I watched her retreating figure, so decisive. It never occurred to her that she had another child at home waiting for her, also longing for his mother’s embrace. Son, we don’t want a mother like that. 4 As soon as I got home, I heard my son crying. At that moment, an endless wave of sorrow washed over me. His mother was on the other side, taking care of someone else’s child, never once asking about him. I picked him up, cooed softly, and lulled him to sleep. Just as he finally drifted off, my phone buzzed with a video call from Jason Clark. My finger accidentally swiped and answered. The just-asleep baby instantly started crying again. But I stared transfixed at the video, at the naked man and woman passionately kissing, clinging to each other. “Jason, be careful, I just finished my postpartum recovery.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” “Let’s just indulge one last time. After tomorrow, I have to go home.” “I’ve neglected him for so long because of you. When I think of the disappointed look in his eyes, I get so scared I’ll lose him.” “And you, why did you have to steal his project? You made me frame him.” Vivian playfully tapped Jason’s chest, but after a few taps, she slowly melted into his tender embrace. My eyes were bloodshot. I screamed at the shameless couple in the video like a madman, but they didn’t seem to hear. Only I was left, like a fool, to endure the torment. So, Vivian knew the project was mine, but she chose to frame me for Jason Clark’s sake. My heart died in that instant. Finally, I smashed my phone against the wall. My heart truly ached, so cold. There was no need to stay in this house anymore; it was Vivian’s pre-nuptial property. The day I married her, many of her friends had secretly called me ungrateful, mocking me as a poor loser unworthy of Vivian. For her, I had endured it all. That’s why I worked so hard on the project. In the end, I had only paved the way for someone else. The next day, I woke up early, packed my things, and signed the divorce papers, leaving them on the coffee table before I left. I took my son and left without a shred of reluctance. Unexpectedly, just as I opened the door, Vivian returned with Jason Clark’s spawn. The moment she saw me, she leaned into my arms. “Liam, I’m back!” “I know you and our son must have missed us, right?” Missed them? Ha! I emotionlessly pushed Vivian away. Thinking of her betrayal and her indulgence of Jason Clark, I wished I never had to see her again in this lifetime. “Liam? You… what’s wrong?” “Are you still angry about the project?” I said nothing, just watched her with extreme coldness, waiting to see how she would explain herself. Just then, Jason Clark’s child started crying. Vivian’s eyes lit up. She handed the baby to me. “Liam, you haven’t seen little Jake yet. Quick, hold him.” I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. She’d been back for so long and hadn’t asked a single question about the child in our home, yet she wanted me to hold Jason Clark’s spawn. “Vivian Hayes, can you stop pretending?” “This child is clearly one of the heteropaternal twins you carried, Jason Clark’s spawn. Why should I hold my wife’s lover’s child?” Vivian’s eyes widened, and she stood there stunned for a long time. “You… you knew?” “The truth always comes out.” I threw the divorce papers in her face. “Since it’s come to this, let’s just get divorced. I’ll let you two tragic lovers be together.” Just as I was about to leave, Vivian tearfully hugged me from behind. “No, let’s not get divorced.” “I’ll change. To make up for my mistake, I’ve decided to hold a one-month celebration for the baby tomorrow and announce that I’ll transfer all my assets to our child, okay?” Seeing I was unmoved, Vivian snatched my son from my arms, her eyes red with tears. The moment the child saw his mother, he smiled. I hesitated. So, I waited. For my son, I would give her one more chance. That night, Vivian dressed very provocatively and came into my room to sleep with me, but I kicked her out. She didn’t get angry. She was about to try again when she received a call from Jason Clark. Soon after, she looked distraught, unhesitatingly changed her clothes, and hurried out. Until the next day, at the baby’s one-month celebration party. Vivian had already instructed her new assistant to seat my son and me at the main table. Soon, she appeared, holding Jason Clark’s child in one arm and Jason Clark himself on the other. She chatted and laughed with numerous distinguished guests, completely forgetting about my son and me. Everyone was watching me, making a fool of myself. When it came to the announcement, Vivian looked conflicted, her eyes avoiding ours. “Taking advantage of my child’s one-month celebration today, I have a joyous announcement to make.” “That is, I’ve decided to transfer my company assets to the child in my arms as his inheritance.” At that moment, everyone cheered. Only I picked up my son and left the venue, dejected. Vivian, oh Vivian, if you couldn’t do it, why did you promise? You gave us hope again and again, only to crush us with despair in the end. This time, I was completely heartbroken. I took my son and left this sorrowful city directly. And when Vivian couldn’t find my son and me anywhere at the banquet, her heart trembled with panic. Just then, her assistant ran over, flustered. “CEO Hayes, bad news!” “The client just called. They said the project design proposal wasn’t the final version, just an unfinished draft.” “They’re demanding the final version now, or they’ll terminate the contract and sue us for fraud.”

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It was a festive day in early June, and my husband had finally agreed to take our fraternal twins to the newly opened amusement park to ride the Ferris wheel. But then his old flame called, needing help for sudden appendicitis. He abandoned our young children at the park in a torrential downpour, saying it was to “toughen them up.” I was on my knees outside the security office, desperately pleading for them to check the surveillance footage, while he was accompanying his ex to a spa treatment. His voice came through the phone, casual and unconcerned: “What’s so dangerous about a Ferris wheel? Boys need to learn to be strong.” Three hours later, clutching our son’s tattered teddy bear jacket, I found our daughter curled up in a corner, tightly gripping her own stuffed animal. That night, Ethan Vance set off a city-wide fireworks display to celebrate his old flame’s pregnancy. 1. I sat numbly outside the ER, the sharp smell of antiseptic stinging my nostrils. Waiting anxiously for news about my daughter, my mind replayed the horrific, fragmented images of my son. My fingers fumbled for the phone in my pocket. Seventeen missed calls, all from Ethan Vance’s secretary. The latest text read: “Mr. Vance will not be returning tonight. Please handle the arrangements yourself, Madam.” Arrangements? For what? For the mangled remains of my son? In a daze, I thought I heard Ellie’s piercing scream again. What excruciating pain must Leo have endured when he was pulled into those gears? The thought tore through me, a visceral agony. A heart-wrenching wail came from the direction of the morgue. I turned stiffly to see my mother-in-law, Mrs. Jiang, stumbling towards me, clutching a blood-stained death certificate. “Ellie… my Ellie!” she collapsed to her knees, her withered hands reaching for my empty arms. “Where’s my grandson?” My lips moved, but no sound came out. My throat was a block of ice. Hours ago, when they found what was left of Leo, the bloody, mangled pieces couldn’t even be pieced together into a recognizable human form. “Where is Ethan Vance?” Mrs. Jiang suddenly grabbed my shoulders, her voice a raw shriek. “His own son is obliterated, and he’s still with that viper?” I stared at the red light of the ER, a bitter laugh escaping me. How ironic. Right now, Ethan was surely holding Sarah Ramsey, watching the fireworks, while my son… my son was gone, not even a body left to mourn. Seeing Mrs. Jiang’s devastation, I finally steeled myself. Childhood betrothals, lifelong friendships… all of it could be discarded. My mother-in-law trembled, about to speak, when the ER doors burst open. A doctor removed his mask. “Mrs. Vance, your daughter is suffering from trauma-induced mutism. She needs to be transferred immediately.” Mrs. Jiang’s cries ceased abruptly. She stumbled and knelt, hugging my legs. “The Vance family has brought this upon you! Chloe, my dear, I should never have let Ethan marry you. That… that creature is worse than an animal…” The little girl who always clung to me, calling “Mommy” in her sweet voice, could no longer speak. I leaned back against the cold white wall, slumping like a boneless doll. I bit into the flesh of my hand, the metallic taste of blood the only thing keeping me conscious. “The family can handle the transfer procedures.” The doctor handed me a form. I reached for it, my five fingers trembling like autumn leaves in the wind. Mrs. Jiang tried to take it. “Let me…” “No need,” my voice was chillingly cold. “You stay with Ellie.” On the way to the billing office, my phone buzzed again. A text from Ethan: “Did you pick up the kids? Sarah’s shaken up. Not coming home tonight.” I stared at the glaring words, a sharp, hysterical laugh tearing from my throat. The hallway window reflected my contorted smile, the image of a madwoman. So what if I was mad? Leo was dead. Ellie couldn’t speak. And Ethan Vance was celebrating his old flame’s new baby. How utterly absurd! The billing nurse looked at me, alarmed. “Are you… alright, ma’am?” I looked down and saw my blood-stained fingertips counting out the cash, the edges of the bills soaked dark red. Just like the park ticket Leo had clutched so tightly before he died. He’d wanted to ride that Ferris wheel so badly, the ticket was soaked through with his sweat. When I returned to the room, Ellie was awake, curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her stuffed animal. Seeing me, her lips trembled violently, but no sound emerged. Tears streamed down her face. I wrapped my arms around her small, thin body, smelling the faint metallic, rusty scent in her hair. “M… M…” Ellie managed a breathy sound, her small hands clutching my clothes desperately. “B-bro… bro…” Finally, the dam inside me broke. I buried my face in my little girl’s thin shoulder, biting my own wrist to stifle the sobs that wracked my body. The pain of my teeth sinking into flesh was nothing—Leo, torn apart by gears, must have suffered a thousand times more. Outside, fireworks suddenly bloomed, painting the hospital room in flashes of light and shadow. A news alert popped up on my phone: “Vance Heir Spends Millions on Celebration for Fiancée.” The accompanying photo showed Ethan with his arm around Sarah Ramsey on a balcony, holding champagne flutes, smiling tenderly. I gently stroked Ellie’s trembling back, humming Leo’s favorite lullaby. The glass reflected our ghostly figures, mother and daughter, like shattered souls. My phone vibrated in my pocket. Ethan’s voice, harsh and grating: “Chloe Shang, you’re so damn poisonous! You’d even lie about Mom to trick me into coming home? You can’t even look after a mute kid, and now you dare curse my child with death?” “How dangerous can a Ferris wheel be? That thing moves slower than a turtle. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” “Isn’t having one autistic son bad enough? Now you’re using a dead kid to threaten me? If something really happened, just tell the hospital to cremate him directly. Don’t think you can use the kids as bargaining chips to keep me.” These words fell precisely on my mother-in-law’s ears as she walked in with some food. She almost fainted, her breath catching in her throat. Her face turned ashen. She snatched the phone from my hand and roared into it. “Ethan Vance, you heartless, ungrateful bastard! Even a vicious tiger doesn’t eat its own cubs! You’re lower than an animal! That bitch Sarah Ramsey—why didn’t she just die abroad when she took the money and left? Now she comes back and gets my grandson killed! You two despicable dogs deserve to burn in the deepest level of hell!” She was shaking with rage. She turned and kicked viciously at the Vance Corporation logo on a nearby plaque in the hallway. “I’m calling a board meeting right now to have you removed! From now on, you won’t get a single cent!” With that, she slammed the phone onto the floor. It shattered into pieces. Mrs. Jiang stumbled back to me, hugging me tightly, her tears soaking my shoulder. “Chloe, my dear… it’s the Vance family that has wronged you… Don’t worry, even if it means bankrupting the family, I’ll make sure Ellie gets the best treatment. That heartless piece of trash doesn’t deserve to be a father, much less a Vance!” I looked at the new white hairs estrésaking my mother-in-law’s head. Only a few hours had passed, but the formidable businesswoman, a titan in her field for over a decade, had aged years, looking as withered as decaying wood. Years ago, my own mother, desperate to secure a powerful connection for me, had shamelessly brought up a jesting childhood engagement promise made with Mrs. Jiang. Instead of being angry, Mrs. Jiang had honored it. Then, my mother had thrown herself into the sea. I had lived with the Vances since I was ten. All these years, Mrs. Jiang had treated me like her own daughter. And Julian… he had always been good to me too. To repay her kindness, I married Ethan Vance without a second thought. I’ve diligently managed the household all these years, hoping to clear that debt of gratitude. 2. That night, white mourning drapes were hung in the Vance home. I was alone in the makeshift memorial hall. Ellie couldn’t be brought back here; she was at the old family estate. White candles flickered in the draft, and the ashes of burnt offerings drifted onto Leo’s photograph. In the photo, he looked as shy as a little girl, trying to force a stiff smile. I stared into the flames, murmuring, “Leo, in your next life… will you be Mommy’s boy again?” It wasn’t until late at night that Ethan Vance stumbled in, reeking of alcohol, with Sarah Ramsey trailing behind him. He glanced at the memorial, sneered, and kicked over the basket of offerings. “Quite the performance, Chloe. Who are you trying to impress? Besides, one useless autistic kid dies, so what? Is it really worth all this fuss?” My eyes blazed red. I roared at Ethan, “I won’t let you insult my son!” Sarah simpered, tugging at Ethan’s sleeve. “Ethan, don’t be like this… Chloe is already so heartbroken.” “Heartbroken?” He laughed coldly. “Her son is dead, and she hasn’t shed more than a few tears. You call that heartbroken?” Sarah shot me a look of feigned pity. “Chloe, my condolences… If one child is gone, you can always have another. Maybe Leo was even reincarnated in me, ah…” A scream tore through the memorial hall. I lunged, brandishing the fire tongs I’d just pulled from the brazier, and brought them down hard on her flailing hands. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air instantly. Several of her meticulously manicured nails flew off. “Chloe, are you insane?” Ethan roared, kicking me viciously in the stomach. “You think you can touch Sarah’s hands?” He grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the hardwood offering table. The sharp edge gashed my forehead, and blood instantly blurred my vision. Ethan’s contorted face was like a demon’s, finally completely separate from Julian’s shadow… Wave after wave of searing pain shot through me as the hot tongs pried off my fingernails, one by one. “Why aren’t you screaming? You gave birth to a freak, and now you have the audacity to act crazy?” Sarah clutched her hand, crying a river of tears. “Ethan, it hurts so much…” Ethan immediately kicked me aside to console Sarah. Sarah’s eyes were red from crying, looking like a frightened rabbit. Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her deeply. “Don’t… Chloe’s still here.” “So what if she hears? What can she do?” I bit down hard on the inside of my lip, wishing I could tear them both limb from limb. Sarah clung to Ethan’s neck, giggling. “Isn’t this a bit too… stimulating, in here?” Ethan pushed her down onto the offering table. “You still have the mind for other things? Looks like I haven’t been working hard enough…” “Ethan, I’m scared of that little freak’s eyes…” Hearing this, Ethan turned, snatched Leo’s memorial photo, and smashed it on the ground. “Damn unlucky thing, spoiling my fun.” Leo’s photo flew into the embers and caught fire, the flames instantly engulfing the mourning banner. In the thick smoke, Ethan’s curses mingled with the crackling of burning wood. My eyelids twitched. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I fainted… When I woke up, Mrs. Jiang was sitting by my bed. Her face was haggard, with dark circles under her eyes. “Chloe, you’re awake?” I opened my mouth, but my throat was too dry and cracked to make a sound. Mrs. Jiang immediately handed me a glass of warm water. “The board is in an emergency meeting. We might not have a result for three days. I didn’t expect that man to have a contingency plan even after death, requiring a unanimous vote from the board to protect Ethan.” Mrs. Jiang held my hand, her voice hoarse. “But don’t worry, the ultimate power is still in my hands. Even if…” “Mom…” I interrupted suddenly. “Where’s Ellie?” Mrs. Jiang forced a reassuring smile. “I’ve already arranged for Ellie. She’s been sent to the best child psychology treatment center abroad. The doctor is a family friend. Ethan won’t find her.” The tension coiling in my nerves finally snapped. Tears streamed down my face. Mrs. Jiang was silent for a moment. Last night’s incident was known to everyone. She had just come out of the meeting room when she received an alert from the remote surveillance. She watched the entire recording. As soon as dawn broke, she had someone draft a document. Mrs. Jiang looked at me with guilt. “These are divorce papers. Sign them. Take Ellie… and never come back.” I pushed the papers away and shook my head. I might be free, but what about my Leo and Ellie? Who would avenge them? I wouldn’t let Ethan get away with just being dismissed and kicked out of the Vance family. I stared at my bandaged hands. “Mom, I still remember what Father-in-law said to me when he was alive… The Vance family motto: ‘Vance women are widowed, never divorced.’” Mrs. Jiang looked into my dead, lifeless eyes and suddenly covered her face, sobbing. “If only Julian were still alive… If only that child had made it through that winter…” I turned to look out the window. A dandelion seed floated in, twirling, and landed on my hand. Late that night, I climbed onto the slippery deck of the pirate ship ride in the deserted amusement park. The cartoon-painted ship swayed in the wind. “Leo’s not afraid…” I whispered, cradling the small porcelain urn that held a shard of his bone ash. “Mommy’s taking you… on the pirate ship…” The wind wasn’t strong, just enough to rock the pirate ship like a gentle swing. Leo and I both loved swings. Ethan was abroad for most of the year. I knew he hated me. If I hadn’t insisted on marrying him against everyone’s advice, Sarah would be the one by his side now. That year Ethan returned from studying abroad, he didn’t seem to like me. Especially after hearing my mother had killed herself over a non-existent marriage pact, forcing me into the Vance family, his eyes were always filled with disdain. He, on the other hand, favored Sarah, whom he’d met at university. I remembered six years ago, Mrs. Jiang had originally wanted to adopt me as her daughter. For so many years, I was supposedly her daughter-in-law-to-be, but it was more like being an adopted daughter. She gave me almost everything I asked for. She doted on me, cherished me, protected me. She always said my mother was her childhood savior, and even though they eventually went their separate ways, she wished her well. The moment I saw Ethan Vance’s face, I asked Mrs. Jiang for something for the first time. That day, Ethan smashed everything he could in the house, until Mrs. Jiang slapped him. “If you don’t marry Chloe Shang, you are no son of mine.” Ethan left home in silence. But after his accounts were frozen for a few days, he relented. Does a rich boy born with a silver spoon know where to go without money? Just like now, does Ethan Vance know that what he has was never truly his? At three in the morning, #VanceHeirAbandonsKidsForTryst exploded on social media. Surveillance footage showed Ethan taking a call and suddenly leaving his children in line. Shortly after, hotel security footage showed Ethan holding Sarah Ramsey as they entered an elevator… Before dawn, Mrs. Jiang froze all of Ethan Vance’s assets. 3. “Mr. Vance, bad news! Mrs. Vance is gone!” The assistant rushed in to report. GPS showed my last known location was the hospital, then I had vanished without a trace. Ethan sneered. “Where could she go? Ellie is still recovering. Don’t bother reporting such clumsy lies in the future.” The assistant lowered his head, speaking softly, “Mr. Vance, Miss Ellie is also gone.” Hearing this, Ethan froze, his body swaying. His phone suddenly vibrated. Ethan clicked it open, his expression growing darker. Sarah looked up. “Ethan, what’s wrong?” “My mother froze all my assets.” He gritted his teeth and quickly grabbed his things. “I have to go back to the old house.” Sarah immediately clutched his sleeve. “I’ll go with you. Auntie must have misunderstood.” “Shut up!” Ethan shake off her hand, but seeing her aggrieved expression, his tone softened. “Sarah, you’re pregnant now. Don’t get agitated.” Thirty minutes later, Ethan pushed open the gates of the old Vance family estate. “Mom, why did you freeze all my accounts?” In the family shrine, Mrs. Jiang stood with her back to him, gently wiping Leo’s memorial photo. “You still have the nerve to come back?” Mrs. Jiang’s voice was ice-cold, her fingers gently caressing the photo frame. “Leo is dead, Ellie can’t speak, Chloe is gone. Are you satisfied?” A look of dawning comprehension spread across Ethan’s face. “What game is Chloe playing now? Isn’t she just trying to force me home? Did she really need you and the assistant to play along with her act?” Sarah clung to his arm, cooing in agreement. “Exactly, Auntie. Chloe always likes to make a big fuss. Maybe the children weren’t even in any real trouble?” Mrs. Jiang backhanded him across the face, her hand striking with furous. She then ordered her men to hold Sarah and slap her. “Mom! What are you doing!” Ethan frowned and ordered everyone to stand down. Mrs. Jiang pointed at his face, her voice scathing. “You killed your own son for this woman, and now you’re blaming Chloe.” “The Vance family doesn’t have a descendant like you, who kills his son and abuses his wife!” Sarah’s mind raced. She immediately fell to her knees before Mrs. Jiang, her face a mask of tearful sorrow. “Auntie, please don’t blame Ethan. It’s all my fault.” “I know Chloe hates me, but Ethan and I are truly in love… If I had been the one to marry him back then, maybe the children wouldn’t have been harmed…” Her pitiful appearance made Ethan’s heart soften. “Sarah, it was never your fault. It was me…” “Silence!” Mrs. Jiang cut him off sharply, her eyes like daggers. “Sarah Ramsey, I gave you fifty million dollars back then to get out of the country. You promised you would never appear before Ethan again for the rest of your life!” Sarah’s face paled. She shrank back into Ethan’s embrace, whimpering, “Ethan, how can Auntie say such things about me…” Ethan rubbed his temples, irritated. “Mom, Sarah is pregnant with my child now. Can you please stop targeting her?” “Chloe, how long is she going to keep up this act? Conspiring with you to stage this grand drama of a dead son. Mom, you’re going along with this nonsense too.” “If it weren’t for those two little brats insisting on going to the amusement park on Memorial Day, would I have missed Sarah’s surgery? Now someone’s dead, and it’s suddenly my fault?” Mrs. Jiang trembled with rage. She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist sharply. “Mom, are you senile? Why did Leo die?” He turned to stare at the empty memorial hall, as if questioning the child who was no longer there. “He was five years old and still afraid to go to the bathroom by himself. Isn’t that because Chloe didn’t teach him properly?” A sudden flash of lightning outside illuminated his twisted face. “I told them to wait in line for their mother. I was training their courage. Boys should be brave. But Chloe…” His teeth ground together. “She couldn’t even look after one autistic freak. Does she even deserve to be a mother?” “Ethan Vance, are you even human?” Mrs. Jiang exploded, slapping him hard across the face. The force was so great that Ethan’s head snapped to the side, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. She was shaking all over, her aged fingers almost poking him in the eye. “Leo was only five! Ellie is only five! When that storm hit, where could they possibly hide? You told them to wait? Wait to die?” Ethan wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, a cold smirk on his face. “Mom, don’t let Chloe fool you. She…” “Shut up!” Mrs. Jiang grabbed a teacup from the offering table and hurled it at him. It shattered at his feet, splashing hot water on his pants, making him jump back. “Chloe has managed this household for years, taken care of the children. Are you blind? What have you ever done besides drink and party? Who stayed up for three days and nights to care for you when you were seriously ill? Who abased herself, begging for help when your company was in trouble? Ethan Vance, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?!” Ethan’s face was livid, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked. “She did all that, wasn’t it for the Vance family money?” “Money?” “Back then, I cherished Chloe like my own daughter. If not doted on and pampered, she was still someone I raised in the palm of my hand! Why would she need to marry you for money? Ethan Vance, do you know your son is dead? When he died, you were still with that woman getting beauty treatments!” These words made Ethan’s face change drastically. The flush of anger instantly drained away, leaving him pale and deflated. “My son… is dead?” Mrs. Jiang pressed a button on the remote. A projection screen slowly descended, and the surveillance footage played clearly: The amusement park in the pouring rain. Leo standing alone under the Ferris wheel. A strangely dressed person, completely covered, silently approached him and suddenly pushed him into the moving gears! Ethan’s pupils contracted violently. His heart felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible hand. “No… impossible…” He stumbled backward, his voice trembling. “Leo… it was an accident…” “Accident? Then listen to this!”

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My daughter was on her way home from a late study group when she was dragged into an alley and brutally assaulted. My wife, Sarah, a lawyer, knew I wasn’t there, yet she provided a false testimony, framing me as a monster who would even harm his own daughter. I wanted to confront her, but then I accidentally heard a conversation between her and an old flame on the dashcam. “I’ve paid off all the witnesses from that night. Don’t expect me to clean up your messes if you pull something like this again!” The man laughed dismissively. “It’s her own damn fault for stumbling on us. Besides, this is the perfect way to send Ethan to prison. Then we can finally be together, out in the open!” I was shaking with rage. Sarah was so sure I couldn’t clear my name that she was already gallivanting with her old lover, taking over all my projects. Little did they know, just as their plane took off, my daughter, who had been unconscious, woke up and identified the real attacker. … I’d known for a long time that Mark Jensen, from that rival company, was the old love Sarah could never forget. But I never imagined she’d know Mark was the one who left our daughter critically injured, yet still cover for him, trying to pin everything on me. I parked outside Sarah’s law office. The lights were on. I dragged myself to the door. She was slumped on the sofa, frowning, her handbag stuffed with cash. “Use this money to get everyone who saw Mark that night out of the country. Not a whisper can get out.” Her friend, after taking the money, reminded her. “Are you really not going to pay Lily’s medical bills? The hospital called; if we don’t pay by tomorrow morning, they might stop treatment. She’s your own flesh and blood. What if something happens?” Hearing this, Sarah’s eyes lit up. She scoffed, her tone much lighter. “I’m doing this for Lily’s own good. She’s so badly hurt, even if she hangs on, it’s just suffering. Better to let her go peacefully.” “Besides, who knows if she actually got a good look at Mark’s face that night? I can’t have any loose ends threatening him.” “If she’s lucky enough to hold on until Ethan confesses and is locked up, then I’ll get her treatment again. Consider it compensation.” Sarah’s coldness was as if the person fighting for her life in the hospital was a complete stranger. Even her friend couldn’t help but frown. “But once Ethan confesses, he’ll be in jail for life. You two have been married for so many years…” Sarah cut her friend off, her face grim, and slammed the family photo frame from her desk onto the floor. The frame shattered. She carefully picked up an old photo from between the layers, her eyes filled with longing as she stared at the younger versions of herself and Mark. “If Ethan hadn’t drugged me back then, getting me pregnant while I was out of it, why would I have ever left Mark? He owes us this.” “I don’t know how many times I’ve leaked Ethan’s confidential information to Mark over the years, and his company still hasn’t gone under! This time, there’s no way he’s getting away!” The car keys snapped in my grip. The pink crystal bracelet Sarah had given me fell into the grass, stained with blood and dirt. Sarah and I practically grew up together, though we were separated for many years. We reconnected at a hotel. She was a legal intern then, unconscious, being dragged into a hotel room by two sleazy, middle-aged men. I saved her. As I was about to leave, she suddenly woke up, clinging to me, begging me to save her. After that night, I proposed to Sarah, and she happily accepted. Throughout our marriage, no matter what difficulties I faced in my career or personal life, she stood by me, unwavering. I always thought she was the most virtuous wife in the world. But I never expected she always believed I was the one who drugged her back then, and all the setbacks I’d experienced over the years were orchestrated by her! Thinking of my poor daughter lying in the hospital, my heart felt like it was being roasted over coals, an unbearable pain. To pay Lily’s medical bills in time, I suppressed the urge to rush in and confront Sarah, got in my car, and left. My accounts were frozen, so I had to go home to get the cash I’d stashed away. Just as I grabbed the money and was about to head to the hospital, a harsh car horn blared outside, followed by a group of people cornering me in my house. “Ethan! You did that to Lily, and she’s still fighting for her life! Not only do you show no remorse, but you’re actually trying to run away!” 2 “If I’d known you’d do something so evil, I should have aborted her when I got pregnant after you drugged me. It would have saved her from suffering in this world.” “Sarah, you know damn well who really hurt Lily!” My eyes bloodshot, I lunged at Mark, grabbing his collar and punching him repeatedly in the face. Soon, blood was streaming from his nose and mouth. “Mark, you animal, you subhuman scum! I’ll make you pay for what you did to my daughter!” “Sarah, Lily is your own daughter! How could you help this monster hide the truth? Are you even human?!” Four police officers had to restrain me to pull Mark away. Sarah rushed over to help him up, her eyes filled with pain as she looked at his bruised face. That sight stabbed me in the eyes. Mark had a few superficial injuries, and she was that distressed. But our daughter? When she was brought to the hospital, she was covered in wounds, her breathing so faint it was barely perceptible. Seeing Sarah lower her gaze, I spoke in an almost pleading tone, “Whatever it is, can’t it wait until after we pay for Lily’s medical bills? She’s waiting for that money to save her life.” But ultimately, I was disappointed. Sarah didn’t hesitate to slap me across the face. “You just want to get close to Lily to kill her and cover up your crime! I can afford any amount of medical expenses; how could I possibly let her go without treatment?” With that, she looked tearfully at the police and walked directly to the entrance of our basement, opening the door. “He’s been after Lily for a long time. All this stuff in here, these are clothes he bought for her. He has the purchase records on his phone.” When the crowd saw the state of the basement, their angry glares could have skinned me alive. After Lily started elementary school, I had turned the basement into her secret hideout. And those strange-looking clothes were her anime cosplay outfits. Because Lily was sensible, I fully supported her hobby. Sarah knew all of this and had always approved. But now, these things had become the “evidence” she used to slander me. No matter how much I explained, no one would believe me. Some neighbor picked up a rock and threw it at me, gashing my forehead, and blood streamed down. “What a monster! No wonder I always saw him with his daughter. I thought he was a responsible father, but he’s this disgusting!” “We can’t let him off just because he’s the victim’s father! This kind of person deserves the death penalty!” The crowd’s spittle nearly drowned me. Seeing my explanations were useless, Sarah seized the opportunity to continue. “The last time I worked late, you made a move on Lily. If Mark hadn’t come over to consult me on a legal matter and happened to walk in, you would have succeeded.” “I wanted to give you a chance, but I never thought it would lead to Lily’s death. It’s my failure as a mother. I deserve to die!” Sarah cried, collapsing to her knees, looking every bit the devoted mother. Seeing this, I remembered the recording on the dashcam and quickly said. “Officers, the dashcam has a recording of their conversation afterward. It’s enough to prove Mark Jensen is involved in what happened to my daughter!” “As far as I know, Mark Jensen has no alibi for that night.” Mark’s eyes flickered for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. He smiled at me, mockingly. “You’re really desperate to clear your name, aren’t you? If I remember correctly, you did voice-over work in college. Faking a conversation in my voice should be easy for you.” Before I could say anything, Sarah stood up and shielded Mark, her eyes so cold they could pierce me. “Who says Mark doesn’t have an alibi? I can vouch for him. At the time of the incident, he was at my office discussing business with me. I have the security footage from then.” 3 “Ethan, what do you have to say now? If you confess honestly, when Lily wakes up, I won’t tell her who the real culprit is. We’ll just say you, her father, died in an accident.” Impossible! The one who hurt my daughter was Mark! But why did Sarah have security footage of him at her office? What the hell was going on? “That poor child, how will she ever get over this trauma? Arrest him quickly, before the child wakes up and can’t bear to see him!” “I’ve seen this Mr. Jensen. He’s always been very good to Sarah and the child. He definitely doesn’t seem like the type to do something like this. He probably came to the house often to warn Ethan.” “If you didn’t do it, why would your wife help an outsider point the finger at you? If the person closest to you says it, how can it be false?” After I was handcuffed, Sarah quietly approached me. “If you don’t want Lily to suffer more, then confess obediently. As long as the culprit isn’t caught, I can’t calm down enough to go to the hospital and take care of her.” “In your dreams! I will make the person who hurt Lily pay!” I said, looking at Mark with pure hatred. I would make him pay for my daughter’s life with his own! Sarah frowned unhappily, but seeing the police approaching, she said no more. The same night I was taken to the holding cell, I was released. Just when I thought the truth was out, I saw Sarah standing outside the gate. “Lily is fading fast. So I specially came to bail you out, so you can see her one last time.” My ears were ringing, Sarah’s words echoing in my mind. Days of worry and running around had finally taken their toll. Her words were the last straw, and I fainted. When I woke up again, I found myself tied up in the abandoned alley where my daughter had been attacked. Half my clothes had been stripped off, yet my body was filled with an indescribable, burning heat. Sarah, wearing gloves, approached me with a look of disgust. “What are you doing? Where’s Lily? I need to see her!” As soon as I spoke, I realized my mouth was terribly dry, and my head was spinning. “Sarah!” Watching her approach step by step, I nearly bit my teeth to pieces. “We’ve been married for so many years, no need to be shy. Blame yourself for not confessing. I can only… complete the evidence chain by getting some of your DNA, so you have no chance of turning this around.” Just as Sarah’s hand was about to touch me, I kicked out with all my strength, sending her flying. She clutched her hand in pain, letting out a low cry. Soon, another figure emerged from the shadows. “I told you he wouldn’t give in so easily. Blood works just as well. You go wait outside, don’t want this mad dog hurting you.” Mark took out a two-inch needle and plunged it entirely into my finger. The excruciating pain made my veins pop, and my teeth ground together. Sarah merely glanced over, then quickly went out to keep watch. Seeing my agony, Mark’s face twisted into a cruel grin. “Ethan, I really didn’t expect Sarah to end up in your bed. I should have enjoyed her myself sooner.” “But it’s not too late now. Your daughter not only looks a lot like her, but she’s even more tender than Sarah was when she was with me back then, tsk tsk tsk…” “It’s just that you raised her too delicately. I barely touched her, and she almost stopped breathing.” “But older ginger is spicier. These past few days, I’ve found that an older woman like Sarah has more charm. She’s very accommodating to me, very obedient.” As he spoke, he deliberately leaned down to show me the red marks beneath his collar. But my gaze fell on a half-visible tattoo on his chest, where his shirt didn’t cover it. Why did that tattoo look so familiar? 4 Before I could recall, Mark abruptly pulled out the needle, dripping my blood in a hidden corner of the alley. After finishing, he looked at me smugly. “I was originally going to wait until your daughter was an adult to come for her. But who asked you to suddenly release that new game a while back, stealing my company’s market share?” “That useless Sarah couldn’t even steal a source code. I had to teach you a lesson myself. She told me you have several unfinished game designs. I’ll complete them all and release them through my company.” “Oh, and to help you and your daughter reunite подземлей sooner, I’ll have Sarah give up on your daughter’s treatment.” Hearing Mark was going to let my daughter die, I found strength from somewhere, broke free from the ropes, and lunged at him, choking him. “Mark Jensen, go to hell!” I straddled him, my hands clamped tightly around his neck. As Mark struggled, his shirt came open, allowing me to see the tattoo on his body more clearly. Just as I was distracted, I was hit hard on the head. A warm stream flowed from my forehead, and my vision turned blood red. Sarah threw down the brick, helped Mark up, her eyes burning with anger. “Ethan, if you hadn’t been so despicable and drugged me back then, how could you have stolen me from Mark? You’ve owed Mark for all these years; you should have paid him back long ago.” “And that filthy child who carries your blood, there’s indeed no need to save her!” Hearing her bring up the past, I finally remembered where I’d seen that tattoo. The person who had handed the unconscious Sarah over to those two middle-aged men—though I hadn’t seen his face, I’d seen the tattoo on his chest. It was Mark who drugged her and gave her to those two men! Just as I was about to tell Sarah the truth, Mark leaned close to my ear and whispered. “Actually, Sarah knew all along I was coming for your daughter. That’s why she arranged for someone who looks like me to be filmed for an alibi beforehand.” “In her eyes, your lives, father and daughter, are worth less than a dog’s.” After saying that, he suddenly cried out in alarm. Sarah, without asking why, rushed over and kicked me away. “Ethan, you really are stubborn! How dare you hurt Mark! I’ll transfer all your assets to Mark’s name as compensation to him.” Watching the two of them walk away, my vision went black, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I found myself in a hospital, with a few police officers guarding my bed. Thinking of my critically ill daughter, I quickly jumped out of bed and knelt before them. “Please, let me pay my daughter’s medical bills first. Her condition is critical, I beg you!” But before the police could speak, a doctor hurriedly called them away. I was handcuffed to the bed, unable to leave the room. Thinking of my daughter lying alone in her hospital room, my body and heart grew colder and colder, my eyes filled with despair. Could I really only watch helplessly as my daughter died? A huge sense of dread almost overwhelmed me. And just at that moment, Sarah sent me photos of two plane tickets. Then, a call came through. Mark’s smug voice came first. “I hear you spent years painstakingly building your company in Bridgewater. Well, it’ll be mine soon.” Sarah’s cold voice followed. “I have to accompany Mark to take over the company, so I won’t be back for a few days. I’ve already arranged for someone to handle Lily’s funeral arrangements. If she doesn’t make it, have the hospital contact this person. Don’t bother me.” My eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Just as I was about to speak, two police officers rushed in. “Ethan, your daughter’s awake!”

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“I can’t take it… You’re too good at this…” On the silent practice field, I lay prostrate on the ground, my rear hiked high, letting him roughly pull my ponytail, allowing him to do whatever he pleased with me. In a haze, I felt myself slipping into a strange state, an intensifying hunger for even rougher treatment… My name is Riley Miller, a freshman at the Performing Arts College, specializing in dance. Because of my looks and figure, many guys saw me as an untouchable, aloof goddess, too intimidated to ask me out. But they had no idea that since puberty, a powerful urge for intimacy had awakened within me. I’d even… more than once fantasized about being completely overpowered and taken by multiple strong men. And it all started that one night. My parents were always busy with work, often not getting home until after midnight. These late hours were my absolute free time. As usual, I’d snuck into their master bedroom and opened their computer, planning to play some games. Instead, I found a string of blush-inducing titles in the playback history: “Prime Housewife Cheating on Husband with 5 Alpha Males.” “Innocent Campus Queen’s Passionate Bout with Black Men.” “…” The content of these videos was invariably the same: several powerful, muscular men surrounding a beautiful, naked woman, manipulating her luscious body as they pleased. A fierce wave of shame made me want to retreat. Yet, my eyes were completely beyond my control, mesmerized, fixated on the screen as the woman was left breathless, writhing in ecstasy, biting the sheets and rolling her eyes back. Growing up, my mom’s strict upbringing and my dance training had taught me to always maintain a ladylike poise and discretion. I was to avoid sitting immodestly in skirts at all times. No talking to boys, no staying out past curfew, and definitely no early relationships. So that was my first time seeing an adult man’s naked body. And it was my first time realizing that men could be as wild and untamed as bulls. And that a woman could, apparently, accommodate so many men at once. Under such intense stimulation, my breathing grew more ragged, and I involuntarily slipped my hand under my nightgown, exploring gently. From that day on, every night I would hide under my covers, fantasizing about being roughly handled by several strong men, while soothing my own body. Only when my strength was completely drained could I finally fall asleep peacefully. I had been distressed, unsure how to manage my seemingly bottomless desires. But on the very first day of freshman orientation camp, I finally got a taste of that intoxicating sensation. That day, I was in a dream, being tossed and turned by two burly men, when I was suddenly roused by my roommate from the bunk below. “Riley, wake up! Formation call!” “What?! Why didn’t my alarm go off?” Being late for orientation was a serious offense. Seeing my roommates rushing off, I didn’t even have time to change my underwear, grabbing my camouflage uniform and hurrying downstairs, pulling it on as I ran. But I was still late. A tall, powerfully built man, easily six-foot-three, stood at the stairwell, clutching a stopwatch, his face grim. His eyes were sharp, fixed on me. Seeing his stern expression, my heart sank. I didn’t even hesitate at the last two steps, jumping down directly and sneaking to the back of the line, head bowed. My ankle felt a little twisted, but I didn’t pay it any mind then. What I was concerned about was that I’d forgotten to wear a bra. Yes, my breasts were quite full, and it was obvious when I walked without a bra. After that jump, they bounced conspicuously. And the coach must have seen it because his gaze lingered on my chest for an extra few seconds. It was utterly humiliating. “My name is Ryan Thompson, and I’m your coach!” “Regarding discipline, I will emphasize only one thing: obedience!” I thought the coach had let me off the hook, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But during the marching drills, he singled me out again, claiming my kicks were off and I needed individual training. I couldn’t rejoin the squad until I perfected them, otherwise, I’d drag the whole team down. “No strength, just flimsy!” Ryan stood beside me, taking my leg and adjusting my posture. “Stand tall, don’t move.” We were at the very back of the line. The students in front were all standing at attention, no one looking back, so naturally, no one saw his hand on my leg. The uniforms issued by the school were thin, so thin I could even feel the warmth of his palm. Suddenly, I remembered my spring dream from the night before. The faces of the two super-strong men in my dream, once blurry, now began to sharpen, transforming into Ryan Thompson’s face. He peeled off my uniform, pressing me down onto the bed, riding me like a horse. His hard muscles, infinite strength, and astonishing stamina – everything about him drove me wild. Just then, Ryan’s hand gradually shifted lower, his large palm cupping half my buttock, kneading gently twice. “Tighten your glutes,” he murmured. In my dream, he had said something like: “Slut, hike that ass higher.” “Ugh…” As I thought of that unspeakable image, a ticklish, numb sensation instantly spread between my thighs, as if ants were crawling there. My buttocks involuntarily clenched inwards, and I let out a soft moan. Ryan turned his head to look at me. “Coach,” I whimpered, “I don’t feel good.” “Where do you not feel good?” “I can’t quite say.” “You’ll get used to it.” No sooner had he spoken than he pressed his entire body against my back, one hand resting on my lower abdomen, the other cupping my breast, embracing me completely. “Stomach in, chest out, hips tucked.” Besides my most intimate area, I had three other sensitive spots: my earlobes, my neck, and my chest. Just a light touch to any of these would trigger an immediate reaction. So, the moment Ryan’s hands landed on them, I felt a delicious tingle, a delightful ache that almost made me wet myself. But I didn’t feel any discomfort. In fact, I deliberately pushed my chest out, craving him to go further. I don’t know how long it lasted, just as I thought Ryan’s hand would slip under my clothes any second, he suddenly pulled away. Losing that firm contact, I felt as if a piece of my heart had been ripped out, leaving me hollow and intensely uncomfortable. The pleasure halted abruptly, and the emptiness multiplied. My legs went weak, and my body involuntarily swayed to the side. Thankfully, Ryan caught me. I stumbled into his broad, solid chest, my inner thigh landing squarely on his hand. Feeling Ryan’s fingers hook upward, I impulsively reached out and ran my hand across his lower abdomen. So powerful! How did he manage to stuff that monstrosity into his pants? It was even more exaggerated than in the adult films I’d watched. I wanted to devour him whole. “You…” Ryan’s words started, then abruptly stopped. I secretly glanced at him, only to see him staring intently at my crotch. A quick glance down confirmed that the camouflage pants were of terrible quality. Somehow, they’d ripped open, right at my groin, completely exposing me. “Ah…” I let out a soft gasp, quickly covering myself, and looked at him with a pout. “I have new training uniforms in my room. Come with me.” With that, Ryan dismissed the squad. Once only the two of us remained on the field, he scooped me up, carried me into the adjacent staff dormitory, set me down on a cot, and locked the door. In the confined space, he finally dropped the act. First, he smoothed my hair back, then with a quick tear, he ripped my uniform in half, revealing my smooth, unblemished skin beneath. “Same uniform, but why do you make it look so slutty?” “Coach…” I knelt on the cot, my throat dry with nerves. “Slut! You’re nothing but a slut!” He scoffed. “Not even wearing a bra, just trying to tempt men, huh?” Then, without room for refusal, he gripped my cheeks, forcing my mouth open, and inserted two fingers inside, swirling them around my tongue. In that instant, the sensation of being utterly dominated by a man reached its peak. “Mmmph mmmph…” I didn’t hesitate. Just like the women in the videos, I sucked on his fingers, looking up at him, my tongue teasing and producing wet, squelching sounds. It was incredibly shameful, yet it ignited a burning heat within me. Soon, saliva dribbled from the corner of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my chest. A surge of even greater excitement and stimulation flooded my heart, because Ryan had already pulled down his pants. The moment I’d been longing for was finally about to happen… Knock knock knock. Just then, a knock at the door suddenly echoed, shattering the atmosphere in the room. “Ryan, are you in there?”

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“Did you… hook up with someone?” My face burned crimson as Liam, my handsome and charismatic desk partner, tossed the crumpled note onto my desk. “Th-that’s absurd!” I stammered. “Then why’s your chest bigger? Another growth spurt?” My name is Ashley, a dance major student aspiring to enter a prestigious arts program. Two days ago, during a large lecture, the professor was showing a documentary on the big screen. The other students were whispering amongst themselves. I wasn’t really paying attention, so I snuck into the back corner and started catching up on my favorite show. Suddenly, I felt a warmth near my ear. Liam leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “Hey, pretty desk partner, I just realized you have the biggest chest in class.” “Of course I do. I’m a D-cup, you know.” I proudly lifted my chin. Liam whistled, then put on a wolfish grin. “I don’t believe it. Unless you let me touch.” Hearing his unfiltered remark, a flush spread across my face. “No way, you pervert!” “I’ve always used you as my… inspiration,” he said, still grinning. My face instantly flared. What was I supposed to say to that? Should I admit I’d fantasized about him too? Seeing my silence, Liam poked my waist. The unexpected tickle made me flinch, and I instinctively shrunk back, worried about other students noticing our antics. “What now?” I mumbled. He leaned his upper body closer, tucking an earbud into my ear. “Want to see something good?” With that, he unlocked his phone and pulled up a video. A series of heart-pounding moans filled my ear. On the screen, a woman was kneeling on a bed, pinned down by a strong man. She rolled her eyes back, her pleas sounding less like pain and more like pure abandon, sparking all sorts of wild thoughts. “I don’t think her butt is as good as yours,” Liam compared seriously, his eyes glued to the screen. Even though I hadn’t been in a real relationship yet, the guys in class constantly talked about girls, and they often made suggestive comments about my figure. My best friend, Sarah, had even blushed and secretly told me about her hotel escapades with her boyfriend, showing me little videos they’d recorded. In this environment, I’d long passed the stage of blushing at adult films. But watching one in class? That was a whole new level of scandalous! I quickly averted my gaze, only to find Liam staring at me, a playful arch in his brow. “Too scared to watch?” Under the bright classroom lights, his features were sharp and defined. Despite the roguish smile on his face, his undeniable good looks shone through. I feigned indifference, shifting my gaze back to the screen. “Pffft, I’ve seen tons of stuff like this.” The couple on the phone changed positions. I tried to force myself not to overthink, while Liam’s breathing seemed to merge with my own quickening heartbeat. Just then, Liam’s hand slowly moved, settling on my leg, gently stroking. “Mmm…” Through the thin fabric, I could clearly feel the warmth of his palm. His hot breath brushed against my ear, and I couldn’t help but gasp softly. I clenched my legs tightly and pressed his hand down. “Don’t mess around! Aren’t we watching the movie?” “You watch yours, I’ll touch mine. We’ll mind our own business,” his voice had grown a little husky, his warm breath fanning my ear. I involuntarily shivered, trying to relax my body. Given my unspoken consent, Liam’s hand moved upwards, tracing a path along my waist. A jolt of electricity ran through me, and that indescribable urge intensified. I tried to ignore his touch, but the seemingly gentle caress felt like a current, waves of tingling spreading from my chest, easily disrupting my breathing. My feet felt weak, half my body numb. The thrill of doing something forbidden in broad daylight, coupled with the scandalous moans from the earbuds, made the woman’s pleasure in the video seem to align with my own. If… if Liam and I were to do that… Thinking of that unspeakable image, my whole body trembled, every bone melting into jelly. I couldn’t help but close my eyes slightly. “G-gently…” Just then, I felt a sudden emptiness in my chest— Liam’s hand had moved too much, unhooking my bra strap. “What do I do?!” I snapped out of my daze, my eyes wide with panic. I clutched my chest, agitated. “Quick! Help me clasp it back!” Liam hadn’t expected this accident either. He obediently moved his hand up my side, under my shirt. Without the thin fabric as a barrier, his hot palm pressed directly against my skin, even hotter than before. When he finally found the two small clasps, I quickly straightened my back, making it easier for him to see. But Liam fumbled for a few moments, struggling to align the hooks. Just as my impatience grew, my shirt was suddenly lifted, and Liam actually bent down and slipped his hand further under my clothing! His somewhat stiff black hair brushed against my back, sending subtle shivers down my spine. I bit my lip, terrified of making a sound in the classroom. His breath, now unhindered, brushed against my skin, making my sensitive body even weaker. By the time Liam finally managed to clasp it, I was practically melting into my seat. Ding-a-ling… The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Without waiting for Liam to call me, I grabbed my books and bolted, not even looking back. I rushed into the dorm bathroom, tearing off my clothes. Sure enough, my skin felt a little flushed. Liam really went all out, didn’t he? How could he be so rough? After showering and washing away the stickiness, my roommates saw me emerge from the bathroom, flushed. They didn’t think much of it, instead chattering about gossip. “Liam has a game tomorrow. Are you going to watch?” Sarah asked casually, sitting across from me. I quickly shook my head, feigning indifference. “A bunch of guys running around? What’s so special about that?” Sarah thought for a moment. “Yeah, I guess not.” A few seconds later, she swooned again. “But Liam is so handsome, and he has an eight-pack… I wonder if he’s just as good in bed.” Watching Sarah wiggle her hips, looking like she wanted to strip naked and throw herself at him, I glanced down. It almost felt like Liam’s hand was still on my thigh. “Ah…” Thinking of those agile hands, I let out a low gasp, a shiver running through me. This was the first time I’d ever felt anything like this. My whole body felt out of control, far more stimulating than when I touched myself. I indulged in these fantasies for a while, even through dinner, until I received a message from Liam. “Want to take a walk on the track? Wear that white miniskirt you wore the other day.” I wasn’t stupid; of course, I knew what he meant. Especially with the specific request for the miniskirt. He clearly hadn’t gotten enough touching this afternoon. He wanted to keep messing with me! When I arrived at the track, filled with anticipation, Liam was waiting by the bleachers. He put his phone away, studying me from head to toe. “Good girl,” he said with a smile. My face burned. “I didn’t wear it for you.” Liam took my hand, leading me to a secluded spot behind the bleachers. He leaned in, whispering into my ear, “Still looks good.” The next second, I was firmly pressed against him, his lips on mine. The surroundings were quiet, but the air suddenly thickened with an unspoken intensity. My already flushed body felt hot all over, my cheeks and ears practically on fire. Without realizing it, I lifted my hands and slipped them under Liam’s t-shirt. A hazy thought drifted through my mind: his abs are so hard… Liam pulled away from my mouth, panting softly. “You learn fast, don’t you?” I buried my face in his chest, frantically exploring his body with my hands, hurried gasps escaping my lips. “So… you can touch me… but I can’t touch you?” “Then let me teach you something even better.” With that, Liam lifted my skirt…

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To Save My Dad, I Became a Delivery Doll I had to personally experience what he bought, right in front of him! It could be a mineral water bottle as thick as a forearm, or fruit covered in menacing barbs. But what truly broke me, what I couldn’t accept, was that fascia gun delivery… I was a Product Experience Provider for Deliveries. To put it plainly, beyond just dropping off the order, I also had to personally use the items as per the client’s request. Clients, though, preferred to call us ‘The Curios’! My first order was to deliver a pack of sanitary pads to Willow Creek Apartments, Building A, Unit 706. That meant I’d have to demonstrate using them right in front of the client! I don’t know how long I stood at the base of Building A’s stairwell before I finally mustered the courage to step onto the landing. By the time I came to, Unit 706’s door was slowly opening. The client looked about forty, balding, with a bloated, pasty face stubbled with dark hairs. His thick-rimmed glasses completed the picture of a stereotypical creep from a movie. I instinctively recoiled a step, my knuckles tightening around the package of sanitary pads until they turned white. My best friend, Lily, had warned me not to take it. Willow Creek was a run-down complex on the city’s outskirts, mostly home to transient workers. That instability, she’d explained, meant they might do things well outside the order’s explicit terms! But I had no choice. My dad had been working construction recently and was in an accident; a steel rebar had pierced his kidney. Emergency surgery only pulled him from immediate danger. I had three months to scrounge up the funds for a kidney transplant. “Excuse me, is this for order number 5689, for…” My voice trailed off. Because his eyes, magnified behind the lenses, felt like twin headlights suddenly switched on in the dark, blinding and disorienting. That kind of gaze made sense. I was only wearing a flimsy, white floral slip dress, barely long enough to cover my upper thighs, giving the impression that one wrong move, and he’d get quite the view. Even though I’d braced myself countless times, having a strange man undress me with his eyes like that still made terror bloom in my chest. “That’s me. Get in here, quickly.” The client’s voice held a desperate, excited edge. The apartment reeked of stale cigarette smoke and an unidentifiable, musky odor. The whole place was a pigsty, but what really stood out were the crumpled wads of tissue paper piled high on the living room sofa. He snatched the sanitary pads from my hand as if claiming a prize. “Bathroom’s over there. Put it on, then come out and show me.” He tore open the packaging with precise speed, clearly not his first time. A repeat customer? The thought flashed through my mind, and my stomach clenched. In our line of work, repeat customers were the most frightening. New clients were usually reserved; even if they had a particular interest, they rarely dared to cross the line during the product experience. But repeat customers were different. They knew the platform’s nature all too well. The client was king. As long as they didn’t do anything that explicitly crossed the bottom line, we had to obey their instructions. Otherwise, one bad review, and we’d lose 80% of our commission! I took a deep breath, forcing an official, polite smile, and pulled an overnight pad from the pack. “Of course.” I chose the overnight pad because it was larger, less likely to reveal too much. “When you come out, just your underwear, got it?” My foot, already mid-step towards the bathroom door, froze in mid-air. 2 Gritting my teeth, I mumbled an acknowledgment and stepped inside. I stared at my reflection, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within me. I was beautiful. Long hair, an oval face, D-cup bust, and stood at a statuesque 5’7”. Thanks to my yoga practice, the rest of my figure was perfectly toned and proportionate. More importantly, my skin was porcelain-smooth and fair. Lily always said it was like tender tofu, begging to be bitten. Once, I’d felt privileged by my looks. Now, I wished I were ugly. Because I couldn’t guarantee that this almost flawless body, laid bare before a stranger, might tempt him to cross the line into something criminal! “Ready yet?” “Y-yes, almost!” No sooner had I changed than the bathroom door was pushed open. I jumped. Only then did I realize the lock on the bathroom door was broken! A loud gulp echoed in the small space, booming in my mind long after the sound faded. I kept my head down, not daring to meet his eyes. The burning sensation on every inch of my exposed skin told me he was staring at me like a wolf starving for three days, his eyes devouring me with raw desire. I was terrified that meeting his gaze would ignite the fuse of his desires. He directed me to the living room, telling me to sit right there, on top of those wads of tissue. “Spread your legs. I need to see the fit.” In that instant, my gut screamed in protest. For a second, I thought about walking out. But if I pushed aside the dirtiest thoughts, his request was perfectly reasonable. He needed to check the pad’s coverage to ensure the product met his expectations. “Wonder what the material feels like?” I thought he was asking me, and was about to reply, when I suddenly felt something alien brush against the pad! I looked down to see his finger. He was crouched right between my legs, and as if noticing my gaze, he looked up at me, his eyes narrowed behind the frames, revealing two nicotine-stained front teeth. Even more humiliating, his finger began stroking back and forth on the sanitary pad… An electric jolt shot through me. Perhaps it was the sheer terror, but my body’s response was disturbingly strong. My breathing hitched, and my fingers involuntarily dug into the leather sofa. Suddenly, my entire body stiffened! His finger left the pad and brushed against my bare thigh, moving directly towards me! “Mr. Miller, that’s not part of the product experience scope!” I blurted out. His hand froze. He could have continued, of course, but the cost of the order would change dramatically. That was a rule established by the platform when I started. He finally didn’t continue, pulling his hand back with a deflated sigh. “Take the pad off. I need to check its leak-proof effectiveness.” I went back into the bathroom. Knowing the lock was broken, I moved quickly. When I came out, I placed the pad on the coffee table. The inside of the pad was now visibly damp. “Mr. Miller, please sign off on the order on the platform.” My cheeks stiff, I offered a practiced, polite smile. He complied, signed off, gave a five-star rating, and even added a fifty-dollar tip. After the tip, he lifted the pad to his nose and took a long, deep inhale. Then he squinted, tilted his head back, a look of absolute ecstasy on his face! A wave of goosebumps erupted all over my skin. I spun around and hurried towards the door. As I pulled it shut, our eyes met through the narrowing gap. He stared back, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as he deliberately, slowly, licked the pad.

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