Three years ago, I ended up in a coma saving Sarah. She never gave up on me, taking care of me with devotion. On the day I woke up, I hid in the closet to surprise her. Instead, I found her bringing her male best friend home late at night and going at it on our bed. “Sarah, this is hot, but we can’t keep sneaking around like this, right?” “Give it some time.” Sarah, lost in the heat of the moment, hesitated before succumbing to his smooth moves. In the morning, after they were asleep, I dragged my numb legs out quietly. And submitted my application to be a war correspondent. 1 Right after finishing the application and getting into my wheelchair, Sarah rushed out of the bedroom, panicked. “Danny, did you wet yourself?” “Sorry, I left you here all night. You must be freezing?” She checked me all over, a flicker of surprise crossing her face when she found me dry. Feeling my cold hands, she quickly wrapped me up in a blanket. Since she was so close, I caught a whiff of the raunchy, lusty scent clinging to her. I felt nauseous and had to fight with everything I had not to push her away. Suddenly, Jake wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hands wandering all over. He glanced at me coldly and yawned lazily. “Sarah, who cares about him? Let’s pick up where we left off.” His groping got more intense, and Sarah frowned, trying to push him away. He grabbed her hand, pinned it above her head against the wall, and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “Let him watch. It’s hotter that way. He doesn’t know what’s going on anyway.” Sarah hesitated for a second before giving up. Before long, they were making out in front of me, red-faced and panting. Even the dog scratching at the door didn’t wake them up. Watching them put on a live sex show in front of me, my heart bled. This was my perfect wife? Before we got married, she was so reserved she wouldn’t even let me hold her hand. Then, I noticed Jake was wearing my boxers. Sarah had given them to me for my birthday before the accident. I treasured them and never wore them. Now she was not only cheating on me but giving my stuff to Jake. I went white with rage, my fists clenching. Just as I was about to explode, someone knocked on the door. “Hey, Sarah, your dog’s been barking and waking everyone up. I know you’re busy taking care of Danny, so how about I take him for a walk?” It was Old Man Johnson, our friendly neighbor. When Sarah was working and too busy, she always asked him to look after me. To make it easier for him, she’d given him a key to our place. Hearing the key slide into the lock, Sarah snapped to attention, quickly held the door shut, and replied frantically, “No need, Mr. Johnson. I’m done now.” She quickly shoved Jake back into the bedroom. She changed her clothes haphazardly and hurried out, dragging the dog with her. The living room fell silent. Then, the bedroom door slowly opened, and Jake walked out, wearing my bathrobe, looking refreshed. He rolled his eyes at me dismissively. “I’m sleeping with your wife, wearing your clothes, using your bed. What can you do about it? Wake up if you’ve got the balls, ha!” He pulled his hand from behind his back and tossed three used condoms in my face. The filthy things landed on my face, my clothes. My face went pale. I barely managed to swallow the urge to vomit. After he went back to the bedroom to sleep, I covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom… After changing, I got the message that my application was approved. “Dear Mr. Daniel Carter, congratulations! You have been approved to be a war correspondent. A helicopter will pick you up in five days. Please prepare.” Five days, huh? That’s enough time. Time ticked by. Hearing the click of the lock, I quickly deleted the text and sat back in the wheelchair. Sarah walked in and saw the mess on the floor. Her face flushed red, and she stormed into the bedroom and dragged Jake out of bed. “Look what you did!” Jake yawned and glanced at the floor before grinning wickedly. He grabbed Sarah and started groping her. “Heh, he doesn’t know anything anyway. He can open his eyes, but he doesn’t have any thoughts or awareness. Doing it under his nose makes me feel like I’m really winning, Sarah.” “You!” Sarah bit her lip and struggled weakly before sinking into the lust he was creating, her eyes glazed over. Then, she saw something in her peripheral vision and her eyes cleared. She pushed him away and pointed at me, her voice trembling. “Did you change his clothes?” 2 I instinctively gripped the armrests, alarm bells ringing in my head. Jake was pissed his fun had been interrupted. Without even looking at me, he mumbled, “No way. Did you change him before you left?” “I… I was in such a rush to leave, I don’t remember if I changed him.” Sarah panicked and rushed over to me, crouching down. She stared at me, her eyes unblinking. She hesitated, then tentatively spoke. “Danny, are you awake?” I didn’t move. Jake lost his patience and scooped Sarah up to carry her into the bedroom. “Stop being paranoid. I’ve never heard of a coma patient waking up. I threw those things at his face, and he didn’t react.” “Knock it off. Let me ask again…” “We have time for another round. Pay attention.” The bedroom door slammed shut. Then came the moans and gasps. I sat alone in my wheelchair, listening to the sounds, feeling like I had fallen into an icy chasm, cold from head to toe. That’s when it finally hit me: my selfless sacrifice had only moved me. Jake didn’t leave until almost noon, looking satisfied. Sarah came out and saw me sitting alone in the wheelchair. Guilt washed over her. Her face flushed, and she quickly cleaned up the mess on the floor. Then she pushed me out onto the balcony to soak up the sun. “Danny, don’t worry. I’ll find a way to make you better.” She leaned against my shoulder, speaking seriously and clearly. I thought she was full of it. If she loved Jake so much, why didn’t she divorce me now that I was in a coma? Double standards, I thought angrily. I started planning my departure in five days, trying to figure out what unforgettable memory to leave her with. I didn’t expect her to actually hire the best medical team in the country to consult on my case. When she took me to the hospital, her phone rang. I glanced at it and snorted to myself. Jake really was everywhere. Sarah answered the phone, frowning slightly. After hanging up, she hesitated and apologized to the doctor. “Dr. Xie, please take care of my husband. I have some work to take care of.” She turned and left without looking back. As soon as she left, a nurse pulled Dr. Xie away to deal with a patient in the ER. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I quietly followed Sarah. Walking past the hospital stairs, I heard familiar voices. “Sarah, why do you want to heal him? What does that make me?” Jake’s voice was hurt. Sarah was silent for a moment, then spoke ambiguously. “Jake, don’t be mad. You’re the only one I love. I just feel guilty about him. If he hadn’t saved me and ended up in a coma, I would have divorced him long ago.” “My reputation as a good wife has been praised by the public for the past few years, and the company’s performance has skyrocketed, so I can’t divorce him yet.” I stood there, stunned. My heart felt empty. She hadn’t divorced me because I was still useful to her. The sound of footsteps in the stairwell snapped me out of it. I turned around to go back the way I came. But as I walked back into the consulting room, I ran into Dr. Xie. “You… you’re awake?” Dr. Xie was shocked to see me moving freely. Realizing I was in trouble, I covered his mouth and pretended to be calm. “Please keep it a secret, Dr. Xie. I want to surprise my wife.” Dr. Xie looked at me suspiciously before nodding knowingly. When Sarah came back to pick me up, Dr. Xie didn’t reveal that I was awake. He just said that my condition wasn’t too serious and that I could wake up at any time. Sarah was overjoyed, and tears welled up in her eyes. I looked down, not wanting to try to figure out how much of her emotion was real, because I didn’t care anymore. When we got home, she carefully wiped me down, a smile playing on her lips. “Danny, the doctor said you’re about to recover. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this day?” “When you wake up, I’m going to take you all over the country. We’re going to leave traces of our love everywhere we go.” She took out a new shirt she’d bought for me. Halfway through putting it on me, Jake opened our front door and sneaked in. He shoved me out of the bathroom and cornered Sarah inside. “Sarah, I want you to bathe me too. We haven’t tried a shower together yet. Come on.” “Hey, what are you doing? Danny’s watching!” Sarah punched him, blushing and angry, but not putting much strength into it. Seeing this, Jake glanced at me triumphantly, hooked his leg, and slammed the bathroom door shut. In the heat of the moment, Jake asked loudly, “Sarah, who do you love most?” Sarah, lost in pleasure, spoke without thinking. “You. You’ve filled the emptiness of these three years.” My face darkened, and I clenched my fists, smiling bitterly. They didn’t come out of the bathroom until late at night. Sarah realized I hadn’t finished putting on my clothes and her eyes turned red with panic. She quickly helped me get dressed. Seeing my face was pale from the cold, she felt unbearably guilty and, for the first time, didn’t agree to let Jake stay the night. “Jake, go home. Our wedding anniversary is in a few days. I’m going to livestream it at work. Don’t cause any trouble.” “…Okay.” Sarah pushed him out the door. Through the crack, I saw the resentment and darkness in his eyes. 3 I calculated that the wedding anniversary was the same day the military was supposed to pick me up. Jake was definitely going to cause trouble, and I’d already figured out what gift to give them. The day before the anniversary, Sarah pushed me to the mall to buy a suit. For some reason, paparazzi found out about our secret trip and swarmed us, their flashes blinding Sarah. “Ms. Sarah, your husband’s been in a coma for years. What’s the point of buying him a suit?” “Although you should be grateful for what he did, you’re too good for him. It’s a waste.” “He’s half-dead. It’s disgusting. Don’t you feel like he’s holding you back?” Hearing their barbed words, Sarah’s face darkened. She stood in front of me and fired back. “I think you guys are living on the coast. You’re meddling too much.” “I don’t just owe my husband a debt of gratitude. We have great memories together.” Sarah paused. Her eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at me. “When we were in college, my husband would wake up at 5 a.m., rain or shine, to wait in line for my favorite breakfast.” “After I started working, I was harassed by a client. He broke into the client’s house overnight to make him apologize to me.” “Later, my family’s business faced an unprecedented financial crisis. He quit his six-figure job to help my family through it.” “Now he’s in a coma saving me. I can’t give up on him. He deserves my lifelong commitment.” Her last words were choked with emotion. The paparazzi were speechless and left. I watched her wipe her eyes, sneering, and looked away. Who would have thought the woman who was publicly declaring her love for me had been getting hot and heavy with Jake on our bed last night? “Danny, I’m sorry. It’s because of me that you’re being ridiculed. To keep other reporters from camping out here, I’ll take you to the car.” Sarah looked at me with red eyes and gave me a sweet smile. She rushed me to the car. “Danny, wait for me in the car. I’m going to buy you two suits.” She got out of the car with a cold look on her face. I thought about it for a moment and quietly followed her. Around the corner on the second floor, Sarah pulled Jake out with a frosty expression. Even though she lowered her voice, I could clearly hear the gunpowder in her words. “Jake, don’t think I don’t know you called the reporters. Our relationship can’t be made public yet. Don’t overstep…” “Heh, just kidding. Why are you so mad? Let me cool you down.” Jake chuckled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, kissing her. “You…” The anger in her eyes dissipated, and a flush spread across her face. She glared at him resentfully, but her resistance weakened. I sneered, my eyes cold. I seemed to know what gift to give. I turned and went to the electronics section, bought what I needed, and quietly returned to the car. Finally, the wedding anniversary arrived. Early in the morning, Sarah dressed me up and pushed me in front of the camera to show our love to the world. Everyone seemed to want to know what she thought about the marriage. As soon as she went live, 100,000 people tuned in. “Women like Ms. Sarah are rare. She has a husband in a coma. What’s the difference between that and being a widow? But she hasn’t changed her mind in three years.” “Seeing them, I finally believe in true love.” The audience was singing her praises. Shares of Sarah Co. immediately jumped. Sarah lovingly cradled my face, ready to kiss me. “Danny, today is our third wedding anniversary. I’m still protecting you.” At the same time, the livestream reached peak viewership. Her phone on the table suddenly buzzed. Jake’s message popped up. “Sarah, I don’t want to bother you, but I think I have food poisoning. I’m in the office next door and can’t get up.” Sarah’s eyelashes fluttered, and she frowned. After hesitating, she quickly pulled away from me. Switching the camera, she looked at me apologetically and said softly, “Sorry, Danny. I have some company stuff to take care of. I’ll come back and keep you company later.” She turned and hurried away… Soon after she left, I patted the spot she’d touched and expressionlessly stood up from my wheelchair. Looking up at the camera, I smiled triumphantly. I’d already switched the livestream. The whole world could see what was happening next door. Sarah, goodbye. I hope you like the surprise I have for you. Bang! Sarah pushed open the door next door and ran in anxiously. “Jake, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me.” When she ran in, she found Jake, who was supposed to be dying, leisurely drinking red wine on the couch. “You tricked me?” She grit her teeth, her voice full of anger. Jake raised an eyebrow, sipped his wine, and pounced on her, pinning her to the couch. Without a word, he leaned down and transferred the wine from his mouth to hers. She choked, coughing, and a suspicious red spread across her face. “Jake, stop it!” “Haha, Sarah, I knew I was more important than that piece of trash Danny. As soon as I texted you, you came to my side.” “Everyone’s congratulating you, but they don’t know that I’m the one who sleeps with you every night.” Jake seemed especially excited today, groping her on the couch. Sarah couldn’t resist and bit her lip, suppressing her moans… Unbeknownst to them, everything was being filmed by the hidden camera I’d put in the window. Ten minutes later, an assistant rushed in, interrupting them with a flushed face. “Ms. Sarah, something’s wrong. Someone installed a live streaming camera here.” “And Mr. Carter’s gone!” “What?” Sarah sat up on the couch, her face pale.

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I was representing my company at the birthday bash of Chad Huntington, the CEO’s son. I’d barely parked my ride when some woman started live-streaming it, spinning this whole story about me being a gold digger. “Seriously, a receptionist driving a car like this? It’s gotta be a sugar daddy thing.” “I’m not jealous, okay? I just can’t stand these gold-digging chicks ruining society.” Her words set off a firestorm in the comments. Her biggest fan tossed her five “Explosions” (the platform’s equivalent of virtual gifts), demanding she smash my car. The woman’s eyes lit up like Christmas. She pulled out a hammer and bam, put a nice dent in my hood. I tried to stop her, but the live-stream was chanting, “Kill the homewrecker! Destroy the Jezebel!” Virtual gifts were flying across the screen like crazy. She was hyped up, practically vibrating. She grabbed my hair and started slapping me back and forth. I screamed towards the towering figure standing in the entrance, “Chad! Your girl’s getting beat down! You gonna do something about it?” 1 The second I stepped out of the car, some familiar face was right there, pointing her phone at my ride. “Hey, fam! Guess what I just saw?” “My old classmate, making maybe $2,000 a month, rolls up in a Ferrari!” “You guys think some old dude’s paying for it? I mean, back in college, she was always cozying up to guys. Guess some things never change.” I frowned hard at that. When I got closer, I saw it was Brenda Miller, an old college “friend.” Back then, she’d try to steal my boyfriend, hitting on every guy who showed me attention. I wasn’t losing sleep over it so I let her. Then she’d turn around and badmouth me every chance she got. And now here she was, out of nowhere, slandering me, pinning me to this shameful pillar of being a “kept woman.” Brenda arched an eyebrow at me, plopped her butt on the hood of my car, and started ranting to her phone. “Some women have it easy, you know? Just lie back, spread your legs, and bam! Car, cash, everything.” “Unlike us honest folks who work our butts off our whole lives and can barely afford a house.” She was getting more and more worked up, drawing the attention of the guests at the event. They all knew each other, being company reps and all. Listening to Brenda’s crap, they looked at me like I was some kind of dirty thing. All that judgment in their eyes. “I knew it! Why would Huntington Corp send a receptionist to such a big event? Gotta be something shady going on.” “Shhh, keep it down. Someone might run back and tell.” “Who cares? Just stating the truth. Got the nerve to be a mistress, gotta be able to take the heat.” That was some of Brenda’s cronies. They were turning me into public enemy number one with every word. The live stream blew up. The views shot up from a few hundred to tens of thousands, and it was still climbing. I couldn’t see what they were saying in the comments, but judging by Brenda’s smug face, it wasn’t anything nice. I swallowed my anger and pulled Brenda off my car. “Brenda, don’t push it.” “Just because the company didn’t send you as a rep, you’re bitter? Don’t go making stuff up.” I’m usually pretty easy-going, but that doesn’t mean I’m a pushover. Brenda, being an admin supervisor, could make my life difficult at work, and I let it slide. But dragging my reputation through the mud? No way. Truth is, I wasn’t supposed to be at this event in the first place. The General Manager found out about my “connection” to Chad Huntington and suddenly insisted I represent the company. Brenda didn’t get mad when I pulled her down. Instead, she just shoved the phone in my face. “What am I making up? My fam knows I always keep it real. I never exaggerate when you buy stuff from me. Good is good, bad is bad.” “You gonna tell me you bought this car yourself?” Brenda’s voice went up an octave, like she was enjoying the show. I clamped my mouth shut. I didn’t buy it. It was a birthday gift from Chad. My silence was taken as an admission by everyone watching. The comments turned into personal attacks. “WTF! Thought there might be a twist. This mistress is weak.” “You expect a gold digger to look like a supermodel? She’s so average, with that pancake face.” “Bet her family’s all dead. Otherwise, someone would stop her from prostituting herself.” Every word was a stab to the gut. I felt like I was burning from the inside. About to explode. 2 I shoved her phone away and snapped back. “Brenda, my husband bought me the car, not some sugar daddy you made up.” “What century are you living in? You’ve been jealous of me since college, and now you’re still harping on it. What did I ever do to you?” I’m sure I barely touched her when I pushed her, but Brenda threw herself on the ground, faking the pain. She moaned dramatically while saying into the phone, “Fam! She admitted it! She didn’t buy the car!” “Like she could marry a rich guy with that face? I could say Chad Huntington’s my husband, haha.” “I swear, I’m not jealous. I just can’t stand these gold diggers ruining society.” By now, over a hundred thousand people had tuned in. The chat was filled with insults aimed at me. Some furious lady even dropped five “Explosions” and started ranting in the comments. “Streamer, smash her car! I’ll give you ten more ‘Explosions!’” “I’ve seen these women before. A homewrecker ruined my marriage. And now I’ve got money to burn, so bring it on!” “Lady, you’re awesome! Maybe we can smoke out her sugar daddy tonight.” The live stream had completely lost it, nothing but “smash the car” messages. Brenda pulled a hammer out of nowhere and went right for the hood. I panicked. The car wasn’t cheap. Chad had money, but I didn’t want to see it get wrecked. I stepped in front of the car and said with more force, “Brenda, you better stop making stuff up. You got no proof. I’ll sue you for slander!” Brenda went quiet, staring at me. Then, slowly, she pulled out a stack of photos and threw them in my face. The air went still. I stared blankly at the photos of me and Ryan Davis with the driver. My mind went blank. Before I could react, a slap landed on my face. “Seriously, did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Just a moment before, Brenda had been all aggressive. Now, tears were streaming down her face. Her voice was shaky, like she was the one who’d been wronged. It hit me. That’s why Brenda had been riding me so hard at work lately. Ryan was a guy who went after me hard in college. Brenda, being super insecure, slept her way into his bed and used a pregnancy to force him to marry her. A few days ago, our company’s computers had some issues, and the repair guy was Ryan. I was just telling him what was wrong with the system, but someone snapped a picture from a weird angle, making it look like we were all over each other. And someone also got pictures of Chad’s driver picking me up, twisting the angle to make it look like something was up. “So she really is guilty! Let’s go, ladies! Cheer on our streamer!” “I can’t watch this. This skank is hooking up with so many guys. Doesn’t she care about STDs?” “Smash it! Smash it good! Let’s see which old creep is backing this slut.” Once the camera zoomed in on those photos, the chat exploded. The “Explosion” lady dropped a ton more gifts. “Wait, that was just a computer repair. The pictures are just bad angles…” I tried to clear up the confusion, but before I could finish, Brenda was swinging the hammer at the hood of the car. My heart sank. I lunged at her, trying to grab the hammer. But two women came running up and pinned me, keeping me from moving. Them! Brenda’s cronies. They were staring at the live stream gifts just like Brenda. Then it clicked. These days, people would do anything for views. For clicks and cash, Brenda had faked these photos of Ryan and me and set up this whole “caught in the act” live stream. She was still a snake, just like before. 3 The hammer kept coming down. My car was being destroyed. The windshield was covered in cracks that looked like spiderwebs. “Brenda, do you even know how much this car costs? You couldn’t pay for it if you sold everything you own!” My anger was bubbling over. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Live-streaming a caught-in-the-act thing was already a draw. But a live-streamed smashing of a Ferrari? I bet every bottom-feeder on the internet was tuning in. The comments were scrolling by so fast I couldn’t even read them. Just then, “Explosion” lady called in to Brenda’s live stream. “Streamer, don’t let her scare you. A Ferrari’s maybe two million max. I can handle that.” Fueled by the lady’s words, Brenda’s initial hesitation vanished. She swung the hammer over and over again, each hit bringing in more virtual gifts. I fought to break free, but then some “helpful” people piled on, pinning my head to the ground. I could hear them laughing all around me. The humiliation was too much. I screamed, full of rage and despair. I wouldn’t let any of them get away with this. “This is the real her,” said Brenda to the viewers. “she’s a scary snake!” “Beat her up and teach her a lesson.” “Don’t be afraid. With those pictures of her trying to steal your husband, her sugar daddy won’t want anything to do with her.” “Ladies, keep those gifts coming!” Brenda got a kick out of showing me the live stream comments. They were all urging her to beat me up. The virtual gifts were flooding the screen. Brenda’s eyes were shining. Driven by greed, she grabbed my hair and slapped me across the face. “Okay, fam. You saw what you wanted. Let’s call it a night. I think she’s kinda pathetic.” Brenda pushed the phone closer so the viewers could get a good look at me. “Brenda, I will never let you live this down.” My face was numb. It took forever to get those words out. My purse was somewhere on the ground. I couldn’t even call for help. I was starting to regret keeping my marriage a secret. Brenda’s face changed. She pinched me on the arm. Then, she looked scared for the viewers. “Guys, I think I’m in over my head. This chick says she won’t let me go.” Her words sent another flood of gifts. The viewers had a new request: for Brenda to slash my face. I had no idea people could be so cruel. They had to push me to the breaking point. Brenda was making a killing tonight. Not knowing what she was doing, she pulled a eyebrow razor out of her purse and started waving it in my face. “Brenda, I’m warning you.” I swallowed hard, staring at the entrance to the event. It was about to start, and I wasn’t there yet. Chad was sure to come looking for me. “What? You think your sugar daddy’s gonna come save you?” Brenda scoffed and shrugged. She pressed the blade close to my cheek. If I moved, that sharp blade would slice my skin. Just then, I saw Chad’s tall figure, looking anxious. The sadness and frustration inside me suddenly welled up. I choked out, “Chad! Your girl’s getting beat down! You gonna do something about it?”

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After proposing to Jake for the eighth time, I was still met with a cold rejection. He said he needed more time, and I was prepared to keep waiting. But then I saw a wedding certificate on social media – his and my sister’s. When I confronted him, Jake was completely calm. “Lily’s pregnant, and she can’t handle the stress. Stop stirring things up!” In the picture, my sister and he were already wearing wedding rings, and her belly was slightly protruding. Suddenly, I felt a sense of peace, so I liked the post and commented. “Congratulations on a lifetime of happiness! May you grow old together!” But a year later, a haggard and desperate Jake came to me, begging me to get back together. Only my belly was already huge, and his best friend pushed him away with a laugh. “Knock it off, pal. The baby’s almost here. My wife has a husband, she doesn’t need a charity case.” … I’d barely finished the comment when Jake called. Without preamble, he started yelling at me over the phone. “Autumn, are you deliberately being dense? I told you to stop causing trouble, and now you have to flaunt it on social media, don’t you?” “If you’ve got this much energy, why don’t you try fixing the company’s problems!” His tone was like he was reprimanding a subordinate, devoid of any affection. I always thought Jake and I were in love. At the very least, I thought he had feelings for me, which is why he agreed to be my boyfriend. Eight years of love, from his college graduation to becoming the CEO of a company. We’d been through so much hardship together. In the early days, when the company was struggling financially, I borrowed money from every bank and online lender to help him out. Later, because we couldn’t pay back the debts, the phone calls exploded, and debt collectors showed up at our apartment. They even sent mass text messages to my friends and family, letting everyone know I wasn’t paying my debts. Even through those days, I didn’t shed a single tear. Because Jake, when he found out, his eyes welled up with tears, and he held me tight, sobbing in my ear. He said. “Autumn, I’ll never let you down!” Looking back now. Turns out “never” only lasted eight years! I gripped my phone tightly, my fingertips turning white. “How is that flaunting? My boyfriend got a marriage license with my little sister. Of course I have to congratulate them, or else I’d look like I’m a girlfriend and sister without any manners!” The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped. Soon, Lily’s cries rang out, followed by Jake’s comforting words. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly, the taste of bitterness spreading across my tongue. I thought the man was finally feeling guilty and ashamed to speak to me. Turns out, he was busy comforting his crying new wife. “Sis, how could you say that? I didn’t have a choice. That’s why I asked Jake for a favor.” “Don’t worry, after the baby’s born and registered, I’ll divorce Jake right away, and set you two up!” Before I could answer, Jake’s curses erupted from the phone. “Lily’s pregnant, and her emotions are fragile. Autumn, you need to stop!” “I never thought you could be so cold and heartless! Jealous of your own sister! Why don’t you go soak in a vat of vinegar and die!” “If Lily gets hurt because of you, I’ll never forgive you!” The words I was about to say got stuck in my throat. I silently listened to Jake cursing me over and over, tears streaming down my face without me realizing it. Until finally, my heart was shattered, and I asked him in a hoarse voice. “Jake, did you ever actually consider me your girlfriend?” The other end of the phone went silent. I nodded slightly. Without waiting for him to speak, I said. “I see.” That hesitation was the best answer for me. 2 During our eight years together, I suspected more than once that he didn’t love me. But in front of everyone else, he always did everything a boyfriend was supposed to do. His eyes sparkled when he talked to me, and his gestures were filled with affection. Even something as small as not having an umbrella on a rainy day. One phone call, and no matter what Jake was doing, he would drop everything to pick me up. Even though he rejected my proposals eight times. Everyone thought we would eventually get married. But now that they see the name on the wedding certificate he posted on social media isn’t mine, but Lily’s, everyone must be shocked. Lily is my sister, and a full-blooded one at that. Since childhood, she loved to take my things, and no matter how much I cried, I would never get them back. Because my parents didn’t like me, they resented me, and they wouldn’t protect me. It’s probably because when I was born, I almost caused my mom to bleed to death. So everyone called me a jinx. I knew I wasn’t loved in that house. So I studied hard, trying to prove myself. But every time I came home with the best grades, I was always beaten up after my sister cried. After that happened a few times, I learned my lesson. I never dared to score higher than my sister on exams again. Later, I became known as a bad student, a mess-up in everyone’s eyes. Until my four years in college, Jake gave me a glimmer of hope. He was the first person to help me, not caring about my looks or my past. I was working in the school cafeteria to earn money, and Lily harassed me. “Autumn, you’re clearing dishes now?” “Are you broke? Are you trying to take our leftovers to eat them secretly yourself?” As the words fell, the surrounding people started laughing. Even with a mask on, my face quickly flushed red. Lily couldn’t stand me. To be precise, ever since she found out my grades were better than hers, she’d been messing with me behind my back. She took out a hundred dollar bill and waved it in front of my face. “If you eat one bite of the leftover food in there, I’ll give you this bill!” I remained silent, but she wouldn’t leave me alone. Jake was the president of the student council at the time. He showed up and defended me, giving Lily a good scolding. After that day, he often came to find me. He got me into the student council, helped me find a tutoring job to earn money. He told me not to be afraid, to be brave, and to keep moving forward! Jake, I really took those words to heart. My life won’t be stagnant, and I won’t be waiting for anyone! The phone suddenly rang, interrupting my memories. It was another shareholder of the company. “Autumn, are you okay? I just finished and saw Jake’s post…” “I’m fine. Don’t worry, Mr. Sims. No matter what happens between Jake and me, it won’t affect the company’s business.” As I said that, an idea popped into my head. “If you’re willing, I can sell all my shares to you.” Mr. Sims choked up. After a long pause, he said he’d think about it and hung up. I didn’t even know when Jake came back. I only hung up the phone, and he suddenly appeared behind me. His voice was usually cold to me, but now it had a hint of surprise. “Autumn, who were you talking to? What were you saying about selling something?” My face remained expressionless, but my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t tell him my plan. “It was Mr. Sims. Just some recent business contracts, selling something.” “He always talks to me about these things. Why did he suddenly contact you?” Jake frowned, his eyes staring at me, as if trying to see through my lies. For the first time, I felt like this man was difficult to deal with. Raising my eyebrows, I deliberately mocked him. “Is my sister’s husband worrying about me now?” “Given our current relationship, it’s not exactly accepted by society!” “You’re busy taking care of Lily all day. When will you have time to worry about the company?” 3 As expected, Jake’s attention was diverted. He frowned, his eyes instantly turning cold. “I’ve explained this before. I don’t want to discuss this pointless issue again.” With that, he went back to the bedroom, soon emerging with a change of clothes. “Looks like you need to cool down for a while. I’ll come back and talk to you when you’re calmer.” Before leaving, Jake told me, with a hint of disappointment as he closed the door. “Autumn, the way you’re acting like a jealous shrew is making me sick.” The door slammed shut. In that instant, my head was ringing. Pointless? A jealous shrew? So that’s how much he disliked me. The tears I had just held back welled up again, and the tips of my fingers, barely warmed, turned cold again. I sat blankly on the couch, not knowing how long had passed. Jake didn’t know that I was actually very calm now. I used my phone to check the company’s recent performance and estimate the value of my shares. A local news site suddenly pushed a notification to me. It featured two people I knew, along with a candid photo. “Famous Entrepreneur Jake Suspected of Cohabiting After Marriage, Wife Pregnant for a Long Time!” Jake was smiling as he supported Lily, walking in the park. Finally, the two entered the same villa. A feeling of being deceived again washed over me. No wonder he cleanly grabbed a few clothes and left, telling me to calm down at home. It was just an excuse for him to leave. After calming down and closing the news, Jake suddenly sent a message. “Autumn, I forgot to grab a box from the safe. Can you bring it over? I’m waiting for you at Lily’s villa.” I was surprised he sent me this message. But I knew the items in the safe were important, so, worrying about messing things up, I thought for a long time and decided to take the box to him. In front of the villa. Lily was sitting on a swing, and Jake was patiently pushing her from behind. My appearance was like breaking this peaceful and beautiful picture. “Sis, you’re here. Long time no see.” She stood up from the swing, and Jake immediately frowned, his eyes widening, his eyes flashing with anger. “Who told you to come here! Autumn, you’re completely out of control! Now you dare to stalk me!” Before I could speak, his expression was as if he wanted to eat me alive. “Jake, I asked my sister to come.” “Didn’t you say the heirloom in the safe was for me? I couldn’t wait, so I asked my sister to bring it over. You can scold me if you want!” Seeing Lily looking pitiful, Jake immediately relaxed his furrowed brows, even his tone softened. “How could I scold you? I said it was for you. Since Autumn brought it, I’ll put it on you now.” Jake stepped forward and coldly snatched the box from my hand. Only then did I realize that it wasn’t something important. It was the only bracelet his mother left him after she died. Back when the company was at its lowest point, Jake had pawned it. Once, he was staring blankly at the photo of the bracelet on his phone, so I decided to sell my blood to earn money and redeem the bracelet. Later, he said this bracelet could only be passed on to the wife of the Johnsons. I waited for a long time. But he gave the bracelet to Lily today. The meaning was clear! I bit my tongue, the taste of blood filling my mouth, forcing down the emotions in my heart. “I delivered the item. I’ll leave now.” I had only taken two steps when Lily grabbed me. The bracelet was already on her wrist, shaking constantly. “Sis, why are you in such a hurry? Don’t you want to see me?” “I know you’ve never liked me since we were little. You always thought Mom and Dad favored me, so you hold a grudge against me!” 4 I have to say that all the emotions in my heart were stirred up by Lily in that instant. Even though I didn’t have any thoughts about the bracelet, she brought up childhood memories. She had bullied me since I was little, always taking my things, and now she had taken my man! My emotions suddenly erupted like a volcano. I had barely stretched out my hand, not even touching her body. Lily suddenly screamed, falling to the ground and clutching her belly, screaming in agony. Jake rushed over, knocking me over, and carefully helping Lily up. “Autumn, are you crazy? You knew Lily was pregnant, and you dared to push her!” I fell to the ground, the palm of my hand was scratched and bleeding. But that pain didn’t compare to Jake’s scolding. “You’re completely heartless, you can even harm your own sister! Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be my girlfriend!” “Jake, don’t say that. It’s all my fault. I made my sister angry and she pushed me.” “You’re willing to think of the baby in my stomach, I’m already satisfied. I’ll go back to my hometown tomorrow and never bother my sister again.” She stood up and turned to leave. Jake grabbed her. “Lily, it’s not your fault, you don’t have to go!” Saying that, he turned around and stared at me coldly, each word like a dagger. “The one who needs to leave is Autumn, that vicious woman!” “Besides, this is the villa I bought for you, what right does she have to be here!” I looked at Jake in disbelief, my breath caught, and I couldn’t speak. Yes, every brick and tile here belonged to Jake and Lily, not to me. Since I wasn’t welcome, I didn’t need to stay. The words were squeezed out, one by one. “Okay, I’ll go.” Before leaving, I looked at Jake calmly. “The news of you and Lily getting married has already been found on the internet, as well as you guys going to the garden and returning to the villa today.” A hint of unbearableness and guilt flashed in Jake’s eyes, he opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word, and finally lowered his head in a panic, carefully comforting the frightened Lily. I limped out of the neighborhood and waited for a taxi on the side of the road. Soon, Mr. Sims’ car appeared in front of me. He and Jake were brothers, and also investors in the company. “Did Jake tell you to come?” Mr. Sims was silent for a while before saying. “It was him, and it wasn’t him.” I frowned, not understanding the meaning of his words. Mr. Sims leaned back lazily in the car. “He called me and said you two had a fight, but if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have been happy to come.” I thought about it and got into his car. It was late at night, and it was very inconvenient to get a taxi in the villa area. Mr. Sims took me to the hospital to bandage the wound on my palm. After everything was done, it was already midnight when I got home from the hospital. I thanked Mr. Sims, but he suddenly said. “If you want to get back at Jake, I’m willing to help you.” A mocking smile appeared on my lips. “You two are in cahoots, what are you talking about revenge for!” He suddenly pushed me into the corner of the car, wrapping his fingers around a strand of my hair. “Unless you try, you will never know if Jake and I are on the same side!” Calling him a crazy person, I quickly opened the door and ran out of the car. Early the next morning, I drew up a share transfer agreement and went to the company, prepared to sell all the shares I had and leave the city that made me sick. Finding Mr. Sims, I directly stated the price I wanted to trade at. But this man suddenly pounced on me, pushing me back and leaning me tightly against the chair. The shirt on his chest was deliberately opened, revealing his strong chest muscles. He looked at me disapprovingly. “Autumn, why are you so hung up on it?” “Since Jake can have a baby with your sister, why can’t you also have one with his best friend to give him a good scare?” My mind exploded in an instant. The identity of the father of the baby in Lily’s belly had never been revealed. Until Mr. Sims said this, it was as if he had revealed all the truth. I didn’t dare to think about it before, but now that I think about it, it seems that this is the only answer that makes sense. At this time, Jake also arrived at the company. Seeing him carefully supporting Lily, sitting in his office, he had also thoughtfully prepared many sweets. I smiled coldly. Don’t blame me! Jake, you brought this on yourself!

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The day I was supposed to be celebrating my wedding, my husband went bust playing cards, losing almost all the money we’d saved for our future. Instead of a sweet wedding night, he was outside the bedroom door, practically begging for forgiveness. So, here I was, alone in bed, wide awake. The next morning, I was dressed and ready to go, holding the deed to our house. “This is how we get our lives back,” I said calmly, placing the deed in front of him. “Take it and play one last hand.” 1 “Babe, please, don’t do this! I swear I’ll never gamble again. Just believe me one more time!” Mark was on his knees, tears streaming down his face. “I’m cutting ties with those guys. I mean it.” He slapped himself, hard. Even when his lip started bleeding, he didn’t stop. Seeing him like that, I felt a pang of guilt. I’d actually heard that Dave, one of the groomsmen, had won a bundle playing Texas Hold’em, and was planning a celebratory dinner. A little card game at a wedding is no big deal. But my husband, who usually wouldn’t even buy scratch-offs, had lost all our wedding money. He’d been set up. The thought made me clench my fists. “Promises are cheap, Mark. You blew twenty grand in one night. How long do you think it’ll take to earn that back?” I didn’t want to tell him the real reason, I just wanted to teach him a lesson. His face went white, filled with shame. After a long pause, he turned and pulled out our marriage certificate, handing it to me. “Honey, maybe we should just get a divorce. I don’t want to drag you down with me.” Seeing the tears in his eyes, I decided to give him another chance. I helped Mark to his feet and immediately grabbed my phone. “Loan. Get a loan, whatever we can, with the payback date set for tomorrow.” Mark just stared, dumbfounded. “Honey… you…” Before he could say anything else, I grabbed the cash and headed to the poker game. “Don’t say a word. Just follow my lead.” When we got there, the same group was still playing, including Dave. I didn’t say anything, just sat down. “Dave, you’ve won enough, right? Can’t you spare a little for me?” Dave saw us and grinned. “What’s this? Back for more?” “If you’re offering yourselves up, who am I to refuse? But let’s get one thing straight: if you lose again, you pay back everything, including what your husband already owes.” Dave’s words didn’t bother me. Instead, I smiled. “Deal. But I have a condition.” I changed my tone. “Let’s raise the stakes. The minimum bet is a grand a hand.” Dave laughed. “Haha, never thought anyone would hand money over this way! You think you can win?” I might have thought it, but I couldn’t let them see it. I stayed cool and looked at Dave. “It ain’t over ’til it’s over. My husband’s luck was crap, doesn’t mean mine will be too.” Dave smirked. “You’ll regret those words.” I smiled, noncommittal. “Anything can happen before the cards are dealt, right?” I didn’t say anything else and sat across from Dave. I could see his face from this position. “Deal the cards, then. Let’s see what happens.” 2 As soon as the cards were dealt, I glanced at mine and slammed ten grand – fresh from the bank – onto the table. “First day of marriage, let’s start with ten grand to feel it out.” My husband immediately grabbed my arm. “Honey, don’t! Those are high stakes! We lose that, and we’re done for.” I ignored him, grinning and holding up my cards so Dave could see the King. He hesitated, surprised by my boldness. Seeing his reaction, I kept pushing. “Hey, Dave, you won, like, fifty grand from my husband! You gonna chicken out over a grand?” “Mark said that no matter how high the stakes are, you’re a guy that would come in for more, but when it gets to me, you’re a chicken?” “Or you think you’re not as skilled, so you want to give up this hand?” I raised my voice, practically screaming: “I’m gonna win!” “Alright, alright, I give! A pair of Kings? I don’t think you’d get so lucky every time!” Dave then threw his cards down onto the table. It was a pair of Queens and an Ace. That’s a pretty good hand in this game. Pairs are hard to get. Everyone thought I had a pair of Kings, so they all gave up. But I deliberately exposed my three cards. “Oh, whoops, sorry! I read it wrong. It wasn’t a pair of Kings after all!” When I showed my cards, Dave slammed a hand on the table. “Holy crap! Just a straight flush! What were you yelling for?” I pretended to be nervous, scratching my head. “Sorry, sorry! First time playing for so much! Got a little carried away.” I gathered the cash. Even though no one called me, the rules let me get a few grand for compensation. Dave got it then. I was using a classic psychological tactic. Be bold enough, and even a stronger player will chicken out. This failure made him see me as more than a novice. But the same trick only works once. This was a showdown of true skill. Even though he only lost a grand, he was seething. “So, you wanna play mind games? Let’s go!” He rolled up his sleeves, all fired up. “C’mon, let’s see if you can back up your big talk.” Seeing him losing it, I calmly raised an eyebrow. “Don’t get all worked up, Dave. Maybe you’ll get lucky next time.” My taunt made him even angrier. He practically jumped to his feet. “Enough talk! Deal the cards!” The gambler’s high was in full swing. He’d made a killing with his big bankroll, and now he was losing to me, a woman borrowing money. He had to be pissed. I was secretly laughing. When the second hand was dealt, I didn’t even bother looking at my cards. I just pulled out my phone to kill time. Dave, still smarting from the last round, peeked at his cards first. I watched him from my screen, waiting for him to say something. I moved quickly, “Congrats, Dave. This game is mine, you can go right ahead.” 3 I threw down my cards, and everyone was stunned. No one expected me to fold without even looking at my hand. This wasn’t just any game. Folding meant throwing away a grand. Seeing the grand I had earned disappear, my husband couldn’t help but ask, “Honey, what are you doing? At least check your cards, you might have something good!” I tapped the table, still calm. “Honey, we can’t beat him this round.” Dave slammed the table. “What’s going on? Folding without looking? You look down on us?” The others glared at me. I calmly revealed my cards. “Guys, I really didn’t want to do this, but the cards were bad.” They saw my hand: 2, 3, 5. “Oh man, with cards like that, give it up.” “She’s just got bad luck, I hate it when I get cards like that.” “Wait, how did she know her cards were bad? She never turned over her cards.” Finally, someone saw that I had never moved my hand. Now, my husband was staring. I leaned back in my chair and said, “Everyone, I never left my spot, you won’t think I’m cheating.” They watched, “She’s right, from the deal she’s only touched the table.” Dave just looked down and didn’t say anything. I gave up on the next hands. The money I had won was all gone. My husband was anxious, “Honey, this can’t go on, what if we never get good cards? I think we should leave now.” I slapped his back. “Calm down, we haven’t earned our money back yet. I know what I’m doing.” When I put the money onto the table, they told me to stop. I smiled and didn’t say anything, Dave was excited. They thought that I was giving up, I put all my money onto the table. “Sorry guys, I have to go all in.” That was roughly ten grand. If I won, I would earn my money back. This game, I had to win it. Luck was on my side, Dave got the winnings. His expression changed. He thought I had good cards. He looked at his hand. I just looked at him. They all backed down. Only Dave was left. He said, “I won’t let you get to me.” He threw his cards down. “I’m in!” I was throwing everything away. Dave said, “I will make you go broke.” He put in another ten grand. There were now fifty grand on the table, it wasn’t my end goal yet, but I didn’t rush. I had him, he was going to fall into my trap. 4 “Dave, are you confident with your cards? How about we bet something bigger?” I grabbed my deed. “This house should be worth fifty grand.” Everyone gasped. My husband shouted, “What are you doing? Stop doing this, you’ll lose everything.” “Where would we live?” I just waved. “Mark, grow up, you are always so scared! Now is the time to go all in!” “Say that I lose, what if I win? We’d get all of our money back!” My husband didn’t stop, I glared at him. Dave’s eyes lit up. “Honey, once we bet, there’s no going back.” I grabbed the deed and put it on the table. “It’s just a house, I can play with it.” They surrounded the table. Dave nodded. “Great! I’m in with you! It’s just fifty grand.” He grabbed a bag from the back and put it on the table. I looked, and it was fifty grand. With my move, the pot was over a million. “Honey, are you in? If you don’t have the money, you have to give up half.” Dave looked at me, he thought that I had no choice. I laughed. “Who said I didn’t have money? I’m sitting here, aren’t I?” The people were in shock. “She’s crazy, who would bet themselves?” “Mark lost money yesterday, this family has lost it.” Mark, my husband looked at me, “What are you doing? If you……” I stopped him. “Do you want me to take care of you?” I threw the marriage certificate on the table. “Dave, if you win, I’m yours!”

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When my mom literally died of a heart attack right there at my wedding, everyone freaked out. My fiancé, that jerk, just assumed she was putting on a show to squeeze more money out of him. He started yelling for people to drag her away and cremate her quick. “I wanna see if she can keep playing dead when they shove her in the incinerator.” See, everyone knew that when Jaxon, the golden boy of the King family, was six years old, there was a fire. He almost burned alive. My mom saved him, but she was scarred for life, lost half her face doing it. Ever since then, I was Jaxon’s precious darling. He gave me everything I wanted, spoiled me rotten for sixteen years. When I turned twenty-two, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, promising to give me his whole world. But at the wedding, with all the guests watching, he swapped me out for his childhood sweetheart, Bella, who’d just come back from overseas. That’s when my mom, who came to see me marry the man I loved, dropped dead. I was crying my eyes out, but then I saw Jaxon walking down the aisle with Bella in a wedding dress. “Anna, it’s a big day. Remember to have a few drinks and enjoy yourself.” I just numbly got up from the pew and walked away, ignoring Jaxon’s death glare. 1 By the time I’d taken care of Mom’s arrangements, it was already dawn. I walked back home like a zombie, clutching her ashes. It had been ten hours since I texted Jaxon that we were done. This wasn’t the first time Jaxon had done something messed up for Bella, who’d weasled her way into his life. Every time we went on a date, she’d conveniently find a way to interrupt. Sometimes it was a stomach ache, other times an allergic reaction. No matter how minor, Jaxon treated Bella’s issues like they were the end of the world. At first, I tried to argue, but I eventually saw where I stood. I was still in love with Jaxon back then, so I tried to convince myself that things would get better. But it just resulted in me holding this little box of ashes. The moment I walked in the door, I saw Jaxon and Bella making out on the couch I’d bought for our new home. In the dim light, Bella’s pale face was flushed, like she was drunk or something. She was hanging all over Jaxon. “Jax, I want you!” Her half-closed eyes were full of desire. When he saw me, Jaxon glanced at the urn in my hands. Then, he gently pushed Bella off him and carefully laid her down on the couch. He even put a pillow behind her back. “Looks like she really is dead. Not just faking it.” Jaxon looked down at me, like he was doing me a favor. He said in a tone of voice full of impatience, “Haven’t you caused enough trouble? Fine, I’ll admit I feel guilty.” “I’ll make it up to you with another wedding. Okay?” I just stared at him, and started laughing. When Mom collapsed, he said she was acting, that she should just die already. Then he insisted that the wedding go on. Now that Mom had actually died, he had the nerve to act like he felt bad. He was going to give me another wedding. Did he think I still cared about this ridiculous relationship? I smiled coldly and said, “Jaxon, we’re done.” Jaxon, I don’t want you. I don’t want the wedding either. I don’t want anything to do with you. Even the air around him made me sick. 2 After I said that, I started heading to our bedroom to pack my bags. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I was finally marrying my childhood sweetheart. I’d even planned a special surprise for him. Jaxon had a low sperm count, so his chances of having kids were less than one in a million. His biggest dream wasn’t about getting his company public. He wanted a kid. The whole King family was praying for it. His grandma even shaved her head and became a nun, praying every single day. And me? Well, I must have been lucky after all those years being a doctor, I was pregnant with Jaxon’s baby. The pregnancy test, which was supposed to be the surprise, was in my pocket. “Isn’t my guilt enough? Do you want me to beg?” Jaxon grabbed my arm before I could make it to the bedroom. He glared at me, just like when he practically forced me to put the ring on Bella’s finger. “Remember your place, don’t push it too far! Anna, I’m offering you a way out.” “Don’t you know where you come from? You had no right to be at that wedding.” I came from a small town. Jaxon, on the other hand, was the untouchable golden boy of the King family. When he was six, the King’s mansion caught fire. My mom, who was a nanny, saved him and his grandma. She lost half her face in the process. When I came to visit her in the hospital, Jaxon’s grandma took a liking to me, out of gratitude, or maybe it was something else. She wanted me to stay. Later, I learned that she wanted me to be her granddaughter-in-law. But in the beginning, Jaxon never cared about where I came from. He showered me with love. Everyone was jealous, said I was a hillbilly who’d struck gold. But I knew the truth. I loved Jaxon, not because he was a King. I fell for the guy who only had eyes for me. After Bella came along, a rich girl with a Ph.D. who spoke thirteen languages, Jaxon started bringing up my background. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Know you’re from the wrong side of the tracks?! Then say you’re sorry. If you do, I might give you another shot, for my grandma’s sake.” Jaxon looked pleased when I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even look at him. I just stared at the suitcase in the bedroom and said, “Marriage? I don’t need it.” “Get out of my way.” Jaxon froze, staring at me like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. Just then, Bella “happened” to wake up on the couch. When she saw the urn in my hands, she feigned surprise. “Oh, is that your mom in there?” I glared at her. Bella walked up to me, looking totally innocent. “Why did she have to die? I’m so sorry, Anna.” Then she looked at Jaxon and whined, “Jax! I love that urn! My dog died yesterday, can Anna give it to me? The poor dog, I’d love to use your mom’s urn for him, please!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jaxon, however, just smiled. He reached for Mom’s ashes. “Of course!” “I think that urn is perfect for a dog!” Jaxon was strong. I knew he was going to take Mom’s ashes to put his “dog” in them. I bit his wrist as hard as I could. 3 Jaxon lost it and slapped me across the face. “Bitch!” When I fell, I tried to hold onto the ashes. My head hit the corner of a table. “Jax!” Bella looked at Jaxon’s wrist. Then, she looked at me and frowned, “Anna, why did you bite Jax? He just feels bad for the dog. You think he wouldn’t get your mom a better one?” “Dead people aren’t as important as the living. Don’t you know how much Jax cares about you?” I held onto my mom’s ashes and struggled to get up. Blood was running down my face, dripping onto the urn. I looked at Bella, with her red eyes and tear-soaked lashes. I laughed. “Oh, he cares about me, huh? That’s why he replaced me at our wedding and killed my mom?” Then I turned to Jaxon and asked, “Jax! Don’t forget what my mom did for you. Who ran into the fire and got burned saving your life!” “Enough!” Jaxon slapped me again, knocking me to the ground. He yelled, “Anna! How long are you going to hold that old debt over my head? Isn’t the life you have now enough for you?!” I hit the ground hard, but still held onto the ashes. Bella walked over to me and looked me up and down. “Anna, Jax still loves you, why don’t you understand? Why do you always have to focus on the bad things?” “Even if you don’t become Mrs. King, he’ll take care of you for life.” I could tell that Jaxon was getting angrier. He kicked me in the stomach. The place where he had a child growing inside me. “Anna! Why can’t you be like Bella? Why!” I hit the wall, the pain was unbearable. Bright red blood was running down my legs. 4 My mouth was full of blood, and my vision was blurry with tears. I was sitting in a puddle of blood, my body was in agony. The worst pain was in my stomach. It felt like every nerve in my body was being pulled apart. Baby, don’t you want to leave? I held Mom’s ashes, and reached for my stomach. I coughed up a mouthful of blood. “Anna! What are you doing? I barely touched you, don’t act like you’re dying!” Jaxon looked down at me, looking hateful and annoyed. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his shoes. I laughed as I coughed. More blood came out. I held my stomach and grabbed onto my shirt. Bella teared up and looked at Jaxon. “Jax! Is she pregnant? Look at all the blood!” Jaxon looked at me with disgust. “How could she be pregnant? If she was…” Jaxon chuckled. “Everyone knows that the only thing the King family wants is a child. If she was pregnant, she would have told the world already, to get more out of it.” “She’s not smart, but she’s sneaky!” Just then, there was a slight shift in my stomach. The baby was gone. He didn’t want to stay anymore. He knew that this wasn’t a place worth staying in. “Cough, cough!” I coughed violently, and smiled. “Jax… what’s this?” I smiled as I took out the pregnancy test from my pocket with my bloody hands. “Jax, take a look at this!” 5 I held up the pregnancy test. Jax! You wanted a child, right? Well, before I leave, I’ll use this test and stab it right through your heart. You’ll know that you will never have children. “Anna!! I don’t have time for this!” Jaxon grabbed the test and crumpled it up. He threw it into the blood. “Can’t you understand what I’m saying? I’m losing my patience!” He grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. “Give me the urn! Apologize to Bella! And you can be Mrs. King again! Got it?” My head was in pain, but I bit my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound. I just stared at him. Jaxon looked at the urn in my hands, and his neck started to twitch. “Why are you still holding it! She’s dead! How long are you going to use her to manipulate me!!” “Give it to me!” “Give it to me!” We yelled at the same time. He was full of anger, and I was hysteric. Jaxon’s hand got scratched, and he looked at me with hate in his eyes. “Okay! Here!” He yelled and opened the urn, throwing it at the ceiling. “Mom!” I lunged forward, trying to grab the ashes. Jaxon pushed my head to the ground. “Let me go, I can’t let my mom…” Jaxon slapped me. “Shut up! You’re using your mom’s death to get me to give you more money, right?” “Fine! I’ll do it!” He pulled my head up and grabbed some of my mom’s ashes, stuffing them into my mouth. “You loved the old lady, right? Let her rest inside you.” “Open your mouth! Why won’t you open your mouth!” Jaxon pushed my head to the floor. “You won’t even open your mouth! Why do you love her!” “Open it! Show me your love! If not, you can’t be Mrs. King!” 6 I held my mouth shut, but Jaxon continued to slap me, trying to get me to open it. He grabbed my chin, trying to force my mouth open. Jaxon was shaking, and he yelled, “Open your mouth, or apologize to Bella now! Beg me! Say that you want to stay here and be Mrs. King!” The pain on my lips was excruciating. My head was about to be torn in two. But I stared at Jaxon. Maybe he realized I was about to die, and his expression softened. He finally let go. I gasped for air and crawled onto the floor, trying to collect the ashes. Bella opened all the windows. “No!” I tried to get up. The wind rushed in and blew Mom’s ashes away. A few bones were left on the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry Anna! I was worried about Jax’s lungs, so I opened the windows, I didn’t think…” She stepped on my mom’s bones. “Sorry, I destroyed your mom’s ashes.” I tried to strangle Bella. I wanted to kill her. But Jaxon wouldn’t let that happen. I fell into the blood again. “Anna! What’s wrong with you? Do you really not want to be Mrs. King?” Jaxon yelled, like a madman. “If not, then why don’t you leave!” I laughed. “Can’t you understand? I want to leave, but you won’t let me.” Jaxon was about to rush over, but Bella stopped him. He just pointed at me. “Anna! Why do you want to leave! Why!” “If you want to leave, why did you stick to me like a dog all these years? Are you just a gold digger?” “Didn’t your mom save me so I would feel guilty and take care of you?” “She got what she wanted! Why do you want to leave!” Jaxon was angry. He couldn’t believe that I didn’t want to be Mrs. King. Jaxon’s face turned dark. Bella comforted him. He glared at me and said, “Don’t see my grandma, or else…” He didn’t even look back. “Don’t blame me if I don’t think about the relationship we had!” I couldn’t get up. I just looked at them leave. After their footsteps faded, I picked up the bones and cried. The wind blew in. The pregnancy test was blown to my feet. My head felt heavy. I lay in the blood. Before I died, I made a call. I thought it was Jaxon, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. But at the last moment, I heard… The phone ringing, getting closer. I saw Jaxon’s grandma appeared in front of me.

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My CEO wife demanded I give up my heart for her childhood sweetheart’s transplant. I resisted with every fiber of my being, but she strapped our son to a cold operating table, threatening me with chilling words: “Refuse to donate, and I’ll rip out this little bastard’s heart and feed it to the dogs!” A sharp scalpel sliced through my chest. My son screamed, his voice full of terror: “Daddy, I’m scared!” Seeing his pale, fragile face, my heart shattered. I agreed to donate my heart. But then I heard her cold, cruel order: “He’s worthless, he doesn’t deserve an artificial heart!” “Replace it with a pig’s heart, I’ll take responsibility if he dies!” The world spun. Turns out, even without a heart, the pain could knock you unconscious. When I woke up, my son had already been gutted, his body carelessly tossed into a cold storage room. Ignoring my torn stitches, I staggered to confront her, Only to have my wife point a finger at me, screaming: “How dare you even ask!” “It’s all your fault, you disgusting heart! You made Ashley suffer so much he couldn’t sleep!” “Unless we replaced it with that brat’s heart, none of you will live!” In the cold storage, my son’s body was blue and stiff, covered in frost. Meanwhile, my wife was splurging millions on a foundation, celebrating her childhood sweetheart’s new lease on life. The news spread like wildfire through the D.C. social circles. Cradling my son’s mutilated corpse, My hatred was a knife, carving its way into my very bones. [1] In the corner of the cold storage room, my son was curled up on the floor, as if simply asleep. But the sunken abdomen revealed the torture he had endured. Every organ, save his heart, had been brutally removed, leaving gaping, bloody holes that exposed the bone. I knelt beside him, trembling, reaching out to hold him. His body was stiff and cold. “Mikey, I’m sorry, Daddy couldn’t protect you.” I whispered, tears blurring my vision, but unable to melt the frost on his skin. Guilt washed over me. “Don’t be scared, Daddy’s taking you home.” I covered him with a white sheet, carefully hoisted him onto my back, and stumbled toward the door. The hastily sewn stitches in my chest burst open, blood soaking the gauze and dripping onto the floor. In the hospital corridor, news of the wealthy CEO’s new foundation blared from every TV screen. People were buzzing about it: “I heard that Ashley Davis donated fifty million to start the foundation to celebrate Ashley’s new heart!” “That’s nothing, Ashley even bought a mansion for the medical team’s lab dogs!” “So romantic and kind, how can someone be so perfect!” Their voices were full of admiration and envy, But each word was like a knife, carving into my shattered soul. I clutched the wall, gasping for breath. “Sir, are you okay?” A passing nurse helped me up, but recoiled when she saw the blood on my chest. “You’ll bleed out if you don’t get that treated!” My mouth twitched. Even if the bleeding stopped, the pig’s heart would eventually lead to infection and a miserable death. Besides, my son was gone. I had no reason to live. I waved her off, telling her not to bother. Then, I kept limping forward. Every step felt like walking on shards of glass. The cold seeped into my bones. I shivered, but I wouldn’t stop. My son always hated the cold, but his mother thought boys shouldn’t be coddled and often locked him in the cold storage room to toughen him up. The boy often lost consciousness because of the cold. His last moments were also spent in this freezing room. Even with an animal’s heart beating in my chest, the pain was suffocating. Now, I just wanted to take him somewhere warm. But I ran right into Ashley and Ashley’s childhood friend Ashley. “How disgusting, to run into you here!” Ashley stared at me with a disgusted look, annoyed. “Look at you, you’re a disgrace!” My chest had been sliced open. My clothes were covered in blood. My hair was matted with sweat. Compared to the two of them, dressed to the nines, I was a wreck. I couldn’t care less about them. I kept walking. “I’m talking to you, are you deaf?” My ignoring her angered Ashley. She grabbed me, And my weakened body couldn’t handle it. I almost fell. Instinctively, I clutched my son on my back. Ashley’s face changed. He pointed at me and asked: “Mike, what are you carrying?” I turned around, but he ripped the white sheet off my son. [2] “AHHHH!” Ashley screamed. My son’s body was exposed to the air, his skin blue. His face was pale, his eyes half-open and filled with nothing but emptiness. Ashley narrowed her eyes, shielding Ashley from the sight, and yelled: “Mike Davis! Are you trying to scare Ashley with a broken ice sculpture!” “You get a heart transplant and your brain breaks too? You’re using cheap tricks to get revenge!” Ashley clutched his chest, took a few deep breaths, and complained: “Mike, you know I just had surgery, I can’t be shocked.” “This heart cost Ashley billions, what if something goes wrong? How could I face her?” The more pathetic he sounded, the darker Ashley’s face became. I was about to explain, but she slapped me, and I swallowed the words that were forming in my throat. I could only cry. I hated myself for being useless, even donating my heart hadn’t saved my son. He was only three years old. He hadn’t had the chance to see the world. His own mother had sacrificed him for the man she loved. Now he was dead and couldn’t even rest in peace. Ashley was still yelling, listing my sins, “If your heart wasn’t so broken, Ashley wouldn’t have to suffer twice.” “You used the money I gave you to make an ice sculpture of that little bastard!” Her words were like a million knives, tearing me apart. I bit my lip, my nails digging into my palms. I couldn’t help but feel angry when she mentioned my son. To cure Ashley, she had taken my money and spent billions on a medical team. But she was still stingy with me and my son, only giving me four hundred dollars a month for expenses. My son was malnourished, anemic, and getting thinner every day. I wanted to buy him some meat and vitamins, but she found out and beat me, “Ashley hasn’t recovered yet, why does he need money for vitamins!” “The money in this house isn’t for you two bloodsuckers to spend!” Seeing my son starving, I could only sell my blood. But her team accidentally discovered that our blood types were a match, And I became Ashley’s organ donor. I forced back my tears and choked out: “Mikey was your own son.” She scoffed, glancing at me. “Ashley getting his heart is a gift!” “It’s not like we didn’t give him an artificial one, he wouldn’t die.” The winter wind cut to the bone, but it wasn’t as cold as my heart. I clutched my chest, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and said: “Ashley, Mikey’s dead.” She frowned slightly, and I thought she finally realized what a tragedy she’d caused. But she laughed. “Mike Davis, you got a pig’s heart and became as stupid as a pig?” “Telling such a ridiculous lie, aren’t you afraid of karma? You’re his father, you’d curse your own son to make me feel sorry for you!” Ashley was the one who deserved karma. Heartbroken, I didn’t want to argue. Protecting my son, I turned to leave, but she chased me. She shoved me to the ground. My son’s body fell to the floor. [3] “No!” I knelt on the floor, trembling, reaching out to touch my son’s body. The extreme cold had destroyed the cells. All the tissues had turned brittle and easy to break. “Mikey, I’m sorry, did that hurt? It’s Daddy’s fault.” I checked him, but the blood seeping from my chest was covering my son. I couldn’t see clearly. Ashley saw me and grabbed my collar. “Mike Davis, what’s wrong with you!” “You can pretend so well with a broken ice sculpture, I think you’ve lost it!” My wound tore open, blood smearing her hands. She pulled away. “Disgusting! Now you’re trying to use the sob story trick?” “I’m warning you, being pitiful won’t work, apologize to Ashley!” “Or I’ll smash that ice thing to pieces!” Ashley kicked my son, and the sound of breaking ice echoed in my ears. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I looked down. A long crack had appeared on my son’s body. I threw myself on the floor, yelling: “Ashley, this is my son’s body!” She laughed. “Mike Davis, are you serious? Who’s body breaks when you kick it?” She kicked him a few more times. “No! Stop!” “Don’t! Please…” My screams echoed through the halls. I tried to block her with my hands, but she kicked me in the chest. I spat out blood and fell to the ground. Stretching out my hand, I watched my son shatter beneath her feet. Ashley stopped, out of breath. She squatted down in front of me. “Are you done yet!” “Apologize to Ashley!” My vision was blurry, and my ears were ringing. I crawled to my son. Pain shot through me. Ashley stepped on my hand, and I yelled. He looked uncomfortable, “Ashley, my heart hurts.” He was swaying. “Ashley, what’s wrong?” Ashley rushed to support him. I used all my strength, desperately shouting: “I’m sorry, please forgive me!” [4] I thought that would work. She was furious. “I didn’t teach you how to apologize!” I used all my strength, desperately shouting: “I’m sorry, please forgive me!” She was happy. “Ashley, does he look like a dog?” Ashley laughed. “Ashley, he is your husband, you are crazy.” “He is too disgusting! I would divorce him.” I ignored her. Reaching out, I tried to retrieve the last remains. Ashley saw it and yelled: “Are you crazy!” Ashley begged, but now couldn’t get his heart back. Hearing that, Ashley paused. Ashley’s son was dead. Ashley covered his chest. Ashley said her chest hurts and yelled, with rage. “You are trash! I want you to apologize!”

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A friend request popped up on my WeChat. “Are you Mike Davis’s ex-girlfriend?” I replied, “Who is this?” She immediately sent a taunting emoji: “I’m his current girlfriend. Gotta thank the one who dug the well, so I’m here to thank you.” Then, she started showing off, sending a barrage of messages: photos of designer bags, sparkling diamond jewelry, and the five-figure gifts he gave her for their engagement, all laid out for me. “I heard you were together for seven years,” she wrote with smugness. “Too bad you left him for money. Now he’s given me everything. We’re getting engaged next month.” I snorted, quickly changing the subject: “Nice profile pic.” She seemed even prouder: “Mike picked it out for me.” I smiled and typed back, word by word: “That’s my picture.” She went silent. [1] She didn’t reply for a long time, clearly pissed. I rubbed my aching side, smiled wryly to myself, and deleted her. A few minutes later, another friend request popped up. Still the same “Autumn” girl. “Something else?” “Were you lying to me? Is that really your picture?” “But Mike said that’s impossible! You guys broke up three years ago. He’s forgotten you, and he hates you.” “You’re messing with me, right? It’s just a random picture from the internet!” Through these messages, I could feel Autumn’s obsession. To prove how much her fiancé loved her to an ex-girlfriend she didn’t even know, she was going to these lengths. I couldn’t help but laugh. Did she really think I didn’t know if that was a picture of myself? I zoomed in on her profile picture, and there I was, wearing a pink hoodie and holding a fluffy bunny. You could only see half my face, but I looked happy. Mike had taken that picture five years ago. We were dirt poor back then, and he’d worked two months to save up enough money for his first camera. It was the first photo he’d ever taken of me. He’d even said he was going to use that picture as his phone wallpaper forever. Just as I was about to reply, a phone call came in. I gripped my phone tightly. Even if it had been thirty years, not three, I could still recite this number by heart. It was Mike. Fighting the pain in my side, I answered with a shaky hand. “Sarah, do you regret it now?” His voice was low and strained. A smile touched my lips. “Is this Mr. Davis trying to get back together? Don’t forget, I dumped you.” He laughed coldly, like he wanted to crush his phone. “Since you don’t want to come back, why are you bothering my girlfriend? She’s sensitive and fragile, not as sharp as you. I don’t want her to be upset.” “Besides, we’re getting married soon. She’s going to be my wife.” I didn’t say anything. She was the one who started it. But that wasn’t anything new. Since Mike had returned to the Davis family, he’d become a well-known rich guy in DC, with a new girlfriend every few months. But none of them lasted longer than three months. They all looked a lot like me. It was clear that he was desperately searching for a replacement, but he could never find his “white moonlight.” “Tell your girlfriend to change her picture. And forget about me.” I said, trying to keep the pain out of my voice. “Sarah, what makes you think you have the right to tell me what to do?” “I can use whoever’s picture I want as my profile pic. And you’re a woman who sold out a seven-year relationship for money. What gives you the right to tell me what to do?!” Mike shouted into the phone, nearly deafening me. My stomach hurt even worse. I realized the call had ended. I sat there for a long time. Then, the nurse called, “Sarah, you’re up.” It had been three months since my last checkup. The doctor said there was a problem with my artificial kidney, and I needed a new one. But I didn’t have that kind of money. “Doctor, can you give me a few more days?” “I’ll figure out how to get the money.” The doctor looked at me sympathetically and sighed. “I’ll give you a week. That’s the limit your kidney can handle.” “It hasn’t been easy for you. If a normal person’s kidney fails, they can still use the other one.” “But you don’t have any.” Leaving the hospital, I walked aimlessly down the street, wondering where I could borrow $800,000. I stopped in front of a window and saw my reflection: pale, gaunt, getting thinner every day. [2] Three years ago, I had two perfectly good kidneys. But Mike’s mother had been diagnosed with kidney cancer and needed a transplant. After searching everywhere, I was the only one who was a match, so I chose to donate one of my kidneys. I had no idea the disease was hereditary. Soon after, Mike was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a new kidney to survive. That day in the hospital, we cried together. He told me, “Sarah, don’t worry. There’s technology for artificial kidneys now. I heard they’re pretty stable. If I have to, I’ll get a fake one and make it work.” “I’ll never leave you.” Back then, he was just an illegitimate son who hadn’t been acknowledged by his family. Although there were artificial kidneys on the market, the technology wasn’t perfect. They could fail at any time. I understood his stubbornness and his vulnerability. Even if his life was in danger, he didn’t want to ask his family for help. If he knew I’d donated my other kidney, he would rather give up than accept that gift. After thinking it over, I used the last of my savings to buy a decent artificial organ. Then, I broke up with him. “You’re not in a position for a regular girl like me. Let’s end it here.” Mike had almost collapsed in despair. He held my legs, begging: “Sarah, we can’t break up.” “I’ll make money. I’ll beg my family if I have to. Just wait for me. I’ll give you the life you want…” I just replied coldly: “Forget it. I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Remembering those days made my nose sting. I was wondering if I should sell my old house when I heard cheering and screaming. I turned around and saw someone planning a public proposal. The park was filled with countless red roses in the shape of a giant heart. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a familiar face standing there. Mike was on one knee, looking lovingly at the woman in front of him. “Autumn, these 9,999 roses represent my heart. Will you marry me?” The bride’s name had changed from me to Autumn, the woman in the photos from the proposal. Autumn smiled shyly and threw herself into his arms. It was too perfect. I stared for a moment, but Mike saw me. “Wait!” He left the scene and walked toward me. “Sarah, what are you doing here?” He looked around, checking out the area, especially the clinic behind me. Then, he looked at me. “Are you sick? You look terrible.” I stood there, trying not to cry. In the past few years, he’d clearly become more successful and confident. He was going to be the head of the company, after all. How could I, a nobody, compare? I heard more yelling. Mike ignored it and kept staring at me. “It’s been so long. Don’t you have anything to tell me?” I smiled wryly. “Mike, can you lend me some money? I need it.” “Not a lot. $800,000 will do.” [3] Mike paused, smiled, and took a step back, with anger. “Sarah, you really love money.” “Was the five million my mom gave you not enough?” I said nothing. That was three years ago. I had donated a kidney to Mike’s mother. She was so grateful to me in the hospital, but after she got out, she changed. She met me at a cafe. She threw five million at me. “Take this money, and stay away from my son.” I refused. “Mrs. Davis, no amount of money can buy me and Mike’s seven years of love.” She smiled coldly. “Don’t overestimate yourself. You know how long you have to live. Why are you bothering my son?” “Selling a kidney for five million. What a great deal. Count your blessings.” But I used that money to pay for the artificial kidney. With the remaining money, I bought back our old house, the house where we’d made so many memories. But if I couldn’t get the money now, I’d have to sell it again. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Mike, you’re so rich now. Hundreds of thousands, millions, it’s nothing to you.” “Why don’t you solve the problem with money, like your mother did? I promise I’ll never bother you again.” He looked hurt and disappointed. He was about to say something when Autumn hugged him and grabbed his hand. “Honey, who is this?” Autumn looked at me and then looked at the phone. Her face changed. “You… you’re Mike’s ex-girlfriend?” “You’re the one in the picture?” I smiled. “Now you believe me.” Autumn looked angry, but then she looked scornful. “So what if you’re the one in the picture?” “Mike told me he didn’t recognize you. He thought it was a random picture from the internet, and he just liked it.” I raised my eyebrows. “Is that what he said?” Mike stepped forward, put his arm around Autumn, and glared at me. “Sarah, you’re a cold, heartless woman. Never come near me again.” He took out a credit card and threw it in my face. “Here. Buy a nice grave.” The card cut my cheek. I touched it and saw blood. I bent down and picked up the credit card. “Thanks…” “Don’t thank me yet,” Mike said. “It’s a loan. Remember to pay me back.” Then, Mike hugged Autumn and looked at me with a cruel smile. “Or you can pay me back in three days.” “Otherwise, you’ll have to work for me as a maid until you pay me back.” I looked at him. He was still the same old Mike. He gave me two choices, but it didn’t matter. “Thanks for the job offer, but I need a leave of absence. I need to…” “No. You start today.” Mike’s voice was cold. “If you don’t work, you’ll be fined $50,000 a day.”

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All because my childhood sweetheart wasn’t strong enough. My wife, being a real piece of work thanks to her old man’s money, forced me to donate my kidney to him. I resisted with everything I had, but then she beat our five-year-old son to a pulp and strung him up over the ocean. She threatened, “If you don’t give it up, I’ll drop this little bastard to his death!” My son cried with all his might, “Daddy, save me!” Looking at my son’s face, red with cold, my heart broke. I was forced onto the operating table. But then I heard my wife coldly order, “No anesthesia. Just take it.” “Make sure it’s in peak condition for Kenny!” I was pinned to the operating table, the scalpel slashing down. Three hours of torment. I was soaked in sweat, nearly passed out. But even when it was over, my son was still hanging off the cliff. I staggered to confront her, and my wife laid into me, “You have the nerve to ask?” “It’s probably because you’re such a lousy lay that Kenny doesn’t like the new kidney! Looks like I need to teach you a lesson!” Then, my son was thrown into the sea. His cries echoed across the water. Meanwhile, my wife spent a fortune on fireworks, celebrating her childhood sweetheart’s recovery. And I knelt by the shore, cradling my son’s broken body, consumed by hatred. 1. The town’s fireworks display went on for half an hour. I sat in my wheelchair, enduring the pain. I used a shovel to rake my son’s ashes out of the cold incinerator. As I carried his urn out of the funeral home, the staff were standing at the entrance, gabbing excitedly. “Did you see that? Sarah, the CEO of Song Corp, threw that shindig for the whole town to celebrate her childhood friend getting better.” “That must’ve cost a fortune, right? Like, a million bucks?” “More than that! She’s even got the whole fanciest restaurant in town booked for a week straight. Whatever you want, she’s paying for it. Can you imagine how much that’s gonna cost?” “If I had a sugar mama like that, I’d die happy.” “Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, pal.” Listening to the staff’s chatter, I didn’t notice the wheel getting stuck in a crack, and I pitched forward. To protect my son’s urn, I held it tight. The staff saw me and rushed over to help. “Are you okay, sir?” In the streetlight, they saw the bandages on my legs. The cuts meant I couldn’t even wear pants. The gravel had torn my skin, blood welling up, but I didn’t care. As long as my son was here, I could handle anything. The staff member who helped me saw the bandages on my thigh and looked at me with pity. Being a guy, he probably knew what was up. “Need a ride to the hospital? We’re just getting off work, we can give you a ride.” I waved them off, thanked them, and carried my son’s urn away. I had to take my son home. One hand steering the wheelchair, the other clutching the urn. The million-dollar fireworks continued to light up the sky. Everyone I passed was talking about the spectacle. I gritted my teeth as I went up the hill, only to realize I’d strained my wound. Blood poured out. The pain nearly made me faint. I collapsed on the roadside. A Good Samaritan found me and got me to the hospital. And that’s where I ran into Sarah and Kenny. “What are you doing here?” Sarah had been whispering something to Kenny, laughing, but she whipped around when she saw me. She looked at me with disgust. “Couldn’t even clean yourself up? You’re disgusting.” “All they did was cut you a little bit. Stop acting so weak, can’t even handle a little pain. Always playing the victim!” I was covered in sweat from rushing to the hospital, and I hadn’t had time to shower. I smelled like a funeral home, and I was covered in dirt and blood. Sarah and Kenny, on the other hand, were dressed to the nines, a perfect couple. It made me look even more pathetic. The blood meant I couldn’t talk to them. I just wanted to get fixed up and take my son home. I sat in the wheelchair, waiting for a doctor to take me away. Sarah’s voice rang out behind me. “Hey, Joey! Did you think you could just ignore me?” Sarah grabbed my wheelchair, trying to turn me around. The urn almost fell, and I grabbed it tight. Kenny looked surprised. “That urn looks expensive. You’re using Sarah’s money to buy a useless urn? Don’t you feel ashamed?” “Sarah is rich, but you can’t just waste it like that. She works hard at the office. Can’t you be more considerate?” My son was only five. He’d never even left the city. The last time he saw the ocean was when he died. I’d gone to hell and back to find his body after the sharks had mangled it. I’d been a terrible father when he was alive, unable to keep him healthy. Couldn’t I at least give him a good resting place? Besides, I’d sold my mother’s bracelet to buy that urn. What did it have to do with Sarah? Before I could say anything, Sarah kicked my wheelchair from behind. Caught off guard, the urn tumbled from my arms. 2. The urn crashed to the ground, the lid flying off. “No!” The urn landed on its side, the ashes spilling onto the ground. Ignoring the bleeding wound, I knelt down, trembling, and started gathering them. A foot kicked my hand away. “Gross! What are you doing? Get out of here!” I sobbed. “Please, stop it!” Sarah called over the cleaning staff, who started sweeping my son’s ashes into a trash bag. I flew at them, blood streaming down my face, but the ashes were already mixed with trash. “Sarah, are you even human? He was our son!” Sarah scoffed. “Joey, don’t think everyone’s stupid. You just dumped some nasty powder on the floor. Stop cursing the child! You don’t deserve to be a father!” The Song family was rich. After the wedding, Sarah said that men with money go bad, so I had to hand over all my money. Every expense had to be approved by the housekeeper. My son was weak, so I wanted to buy him extra food. But Sarah said, “He’s just a kid. He can’t eat that much. Don’t pretend you’re buying it for him so you can spend my money!” “I can’t stand men who want money!” My son got skinnier and skinnier. The money Sarah gave me was only enough for three simple meals a day. I wanted to work. She fired the staff and gave me 500 dollars a month to do housework. “I’m paying you 500 dollars to do work at home. Stop bothering me.” The extra 500 dollars was useless. I had to save my portion for my son, but he was still more frail than other kids. I swallowed my pride for that 500 dollars, but she could spend millions on Kenny. Sarah watched as I picked the ashes out of the trash, her face disgusted. “There’s no way that’s all that’s left of a person! If you’re gonna fake it, at least make it look real!” My son had always been smaller than other kids, and the sharks had torn him apart. Before I could say anything, she continued, “Get out of here! Stop embarrassing yourself. You’re just trying to get my attention!” The doctor wheeled in a cart to re-bandage my leg. I couldn’t help but ask, “Why are they examining me again? They already took what they wanted, right?” Sarah rolled her eyes, her voice sharp. “How dare you! If it wasn’t for you, Kenny wouldn’t have gotten a disease. I haven’t even charged you for it yet, and you dare to question me?” “Gross! I can’t believe you’re like this!” The doctor tried to take me away, but I didn’t feel any pain. I just stared at Sarah. “Sarah, my son is dead!” The room went silent. After a moment, Sarah laughed. “Joey, stop faking it. I sent rescue teams to the area.” “Can’t you stop lying? It’s so immature!” “Cursing with your son, you’re such a good father.” She sneered. “Hope you don’t get punished.” Weren’t these two the ones who deserved to be punished the most! I was numb. I didn’t want to say anything more. I knelt on the ground, ignoring the doctor, and tried to gather the ashes. I didn’t care if it touched trash. My child couldn’t have any less. Suddenly, a leather shoe came down on my hand. 3. “Ah!-” I screamed. The shoe ground into my fingers. I heard Kenny apologize, acting innocent. “Oh, Joey. Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just had surgery, and I’m not too steady.” He was six feet away from me. How could he step on my hand if he wasn’t steady? He was doing it on purpose! Rage flooded my mind. I grabbed a can that I’d found in the trash and threw it at him. Kenny dodged to the side, and it hit him in the leg. He crouched down, clutching his leg, and told Sarah. “Sarah, I think my wound ripped open?” Before I could react, Sarah kicked me in the chest with her high heels. “Kenny apologized. Why are you causing trouble?” “He just had surgery. How could you hit him with a can!” The can had hit his calf. It hadn’t even touched his thigh! I was silent. Sarah glared at me. “Kneel. Apologize to Kenny!” I knew her personality. If I didn’t apologize, she wouldn’t let me leave the hospital. I didn’t want to see them again. I wanted to take my son home. I swallowed my anger, knelt in front of Kenny, and bowed my head. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you.” Then, I shakily got to the wheelchair, grabbed the urn, and got ready to go home. But Sarah kicked the wheelchair even further away. “Is that how you apologize?” I didn’t want to argue anymore, but Kenny was fanning the flames. “Why doesn’t Joey like me?” His eyes were red, and he sniffled. Sarah hated seeing him like that. Sarah kicked my elbow, and I instinctively let go of the urn. She snatched it. I couldn’t get up. All I could do was look at Sarah with pleading eyes. “Don’t!” She sneered. “I know how much you care about this trash. I’ll throw it away.” “Sarah, please, I’m sorry. I’ll apologize to Kenny. Don’t throw it away, please!” I crawled over to Kenny and grabbed his leg, begging. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Blood dripped from my forehead into my eyes, but I didn’t care. I just wanted Sarah to put it down. “Sarah, please give me the urn. That’s my son’s ashes.” I cried. “He wasn’t healthy. He was small for his age. And the sharks tore him apart. Here’s the death certificate!” “If you don’t believe me, ask the funeral staff. Please give him back.” Sarah paused, her arm lowering. She got ready to take my phone to check. “If you’re lying, I’ll cut out your tongue!” I let out a breath of relief. As soon as she asked, she’d know I wasn’t lying, and she’d give me my son’s urn. Suddenly, Kenny started screaming. “Sarah! My head is spinning. Maybe it was all the excitement.” “Sarah, where are you? I can’t see!” Sarah panicked, throwing my phone away and hugging Kenny, yelling for a doctor. I’d never heard her so anxious. I used to be jealous. Now, I was just numb. 4. After taking my son’s ashes home to bury, I called the rescue team again. Sarah had said that she’d arranged for a rescue boat nearby, but there hadn’t been any boat there. I’d even had to beg for the rescue. They’d found my son’s body downstream. With my doubts, I went to the rescue team. “Hello, has anyone contacted you recently?” I was alone, and the wheelchair made it hard to move. The staff was helpful. I showed them my son’s death certificate and rescue messages to prove my identity. The staff recognized me. “Were you the one looking for his son the other day?” I nodded. “Yeah, that was me. My wife said she hired you to be on standby, but I didn’t see any rescue boats at the ocean. So, I wanted to ask again.” An older staff member took me to the office and asked for details. Then, he seemed to remember something, and he got serious. “We did get a mission for standby rescue, but before we got to the location, the client canceled the operation. They didn’t ask for the money back, so we assumed they didn’t need us.” “That was on the same day your son fell into the ocean.” Sarah showed me a video of my son hanging over the ocean. To save him, I had to agree. I thought if I agreed, she’d let him go. I didn’t know she canceled the rescue! “What are you doing here!” Sarah yelled. I stood up, grabbed her collar, and shouted, “Why did you cancel! Why!” The staff held me back. Sarah waved her hand. She apologized to the staff. “It’s okay. He isn’t feeling well.” “Thank you for calling me. Sorry for the trouble.” She always maintained a good image in front of others. The staff sighed, trying to comfort her. “It’s okay. It’s what we do. Your son was young, and his body wasn’t whole. It’s normal for the father to not feel well. We were worried, so we looked through his phone and called you.” Sarah looked confused. “What ‘not whole’ body? Whose son died?” The staff looked confused and handed her the death certificate and rescue photos. “Isn’t this your son?”

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My direct supervisor, Brenda Swanson, had a thing for flirting with the male employees. The whole department was practically her harem, while the women were just workhorses. My youth and, I guess, decent looks especially rubbed her the wrong way. She even got the whole department to ice me out. So, I reported her to HR, but she just scoffed, “Honey, I’m the chairman’s sister. You think I can’t get you fired?” I just laughed and called the chairman myself. “Uncle Frank,” I said, “exactly how many sisters do you have?” 1. I landed a sweet job at a major corporation right out of college. But my supervisor, Brenda, just didn’t like me. She was all smiles and sunshine with Brandon, who started around the same time, giving him personal guidance on his projects. But with me? I got the cold shoulder and a whole lot of attitude. One day, I was having seriously bad period cramps, like, sweating-through-my-clothes bad. I put in for sick leave on Slack, but Brenda wouldn’t approve it. So, I dragged myself to her office. Before I even got to the door, I heard this shrill, grating laughter coming from inside. “Brenda, my sick leave request…?” I asked. Brenda’s smile vanished the second she saw me. She rolled her eyes. The male coworker sitting on the arm of her chair got up to leave. “Brenda, I gotta bail this afternoon, okay?” He gave her butt a playful pat as he walked past. Brenda just purred and watched him go, smiling like a lovesick teenager. I swallowed my disgust and repeated my request. Brenda didn’t even look up. “Nope. Just a little period? This is a job, not your freaking house. You girls are so sensitive. Back in my day, I worked ’til midnight with my period, no problem.” I was about to pass out from the pain. “How come you approved Brandon’s leave then?” Brenda slammed her hand on the desk. “He has actual things to do. I’m sick of you trying to skate by. Just go! Leave Denied!” I couldn’t deal with her BS, so I just turned and left. As I reached the door, she added, “And you can write his proposal. Get it done before you leave.” Furious, I went home. Later that night, my work chat blew up. Brenda tagged me in the group and blasted me: “Hannah Miller, Unexcused Absence! Gross Misconduct! Consider this an Official Warning! Get your act together, or get out!” I was too weak to argue, so I replied politely, “Brenda, I requested leave due to illness.” “Did I approve it? NOPE! That’s called skipping work! No perfect attendance bonus for you, Miss Hannah Miller!” A bunch of her sycophantic male coworkers chimed in: “Brenda’s being way too nice. Any other boss would have fired her already.” “Yeah, if you don’t like it, quit. Plenty of people want this job.” “@Hannah Miller, get in here and apologize! This is a terrible attitude!” Brenda’s department was mainly guys, except for me and Sarah. Sarah messaged me privately, trying to comfort me: “Ignore her. She wouldn’t even give me time off when my grandma died. But the guys? She lets them off for anything. She’s so biased.” I asked her why no one ever reported her. She said, “Brenda’s been here forever. She’s supposedly the owner’s sister. Nobody dares say anything!” Brenda was always on my case. If I carried a nice purse, she’d make snide remarks: “These young girls are so materialistic. How much do you even make? Hope you can still afford food!” If I got to work early and put on makeup, she’d glare at me: “Who are you trying to impress? You’re coming to work, not going on a date.” Then she’d spend the entire day watching my every move. If a male coworker spoke to me, she’d barge in, laughing way too loudly and getting way too close. I had to chant ‘This, too, shall pass’ like a freaking mantra. I had a mission to finish. But this time, I snapped. Me and Brenda were officially at war. 2. Bright and early the next day, before I even had my butt in my chair, Brenda stormed over to my desk with a huge stack of files. “Here. Everything you didn’t do yesterday. Don’t even think about going home until it’s done.” I glanced at the names on the files. “These aren’t my assignments. I’m not doing them.” I wasn’t gonna play nice with someone who obviously didn’t like me, no matter what I did. Brenda’s voice went up an octave. “Who’s the boss here? Me! Do it, or kiss your end-of-year review goodbye.” She glared at me, all venom and vinegar. Brandon walked in right on time, carrying two breakfast sandwiches. Brenda’s scowl instantly transformed into a goofy grin. She squeaked, trying to sound like a teenager, “Brandon! You’re here! Aw, did you bring me breakfast? I love this place!” It was so awkward watching this middle-aged woman try to act like she was sixteen. Brandon just looked uncomfortable and mumbled, “Sorry, Brenda. This is for Hannah.” Brenda’s mouth twitched. She shot me a death glare and stalked off in her high heels. Brandon was the best-looking of the new hires. Brenda’s eyes had been glued to him since day one. During lunch, I overheard a conversation in the break room. Brenda’s shrill voice was unmistakable. “Brandon, I checked your info with HR. You’re from a small town? It must be tough making it on your own here.” Brandon replied, “Gotta hustle when you’re young. I want to buy a place here and bring my parents out.” Brenda lowered her voice. I pulled out my phone, pressing my ear to the door, not wanting to miss a thing. “That’s sweet. I knew I liked you. What kind of girl are you looking for? Not someone like Hannah, right?” He was silent. Brenda pressed on, all knowing: “Let me be real with you. These young girls, they can’t be trusted. You see all that makeup she wears? That’s not someone just out of school. I bet she is dating lots of people. You get the picture.” Brandon seemed a little hesitant. Brenda pounced: “I’m not one to brag, but I own a few places around here. You hook up with me, you can have your pick. Bring your folks out right now. And Frank is my brother, I guarantee a promotion.” “Really? Brenda?” Brenda chuckled in satisfaction. Then their voices dropped. I spent an hour thinking about it, but I finally decided to warn Brandon. Some roads are better left untaken. I found him and told him to be careful. He sneered, “What, you can date around, but I can’t?” “What does that mean?” I asked. “Don’t play dumb. I saw you get into a Maybach last night. The guy had gray hair! Brenda isn’t even forty. I have way more self-respect than you.” I was beyond pissed. It was pointless arguing with someone like that. I turned to leave. Brandon grabbed my arm. “Brenda’s right. You’re just playing me, keeping me on the back burner.” The word “gold digger” made my head explode. “Gold digger? What have I ever taken from you?” “Why would you take my sandwich if you didn’t like me? Isn’t that taking advantage?” I almost laughed. The price of being a gold digger had dropped from a champagne brunch to a breakfast sandwich. You’d think I was charging him Michelin-star prices. “My bad, I forgot to pay you. Here’s enough for ten sandwiches.” I Venmoed him $20. He accepted it instantly. 3. From that day on, Brandon and Brenda were joined at the hip. Every time Brenda passed my desk, she made sure to adjust her collar to show off her hickeys. “What’s youth got to do with it? Brandon chose me. You think you can compete? You don’t have what it takes.” Compete? Really? I was speechless. During lunch, they fed each other in the office, all cuddly and sweet. Brenda kept glancing my way, like she’d won the lottery. Brandon spent all day in Brenda’s office, leaving the actual work to Sarah. The formerly shy kid was now dropping dirty jokes like he was born to it, making Brenda giggle non-stop. We could hear everything. Sarah had to wear headphones. Most of my coworkers pretended it was normal. Some of the guys were annoyed, but seeing the men fight over her only made Brenda happier. She’d cover her mouth and smile, all coy. I just rolled my eyes and hammered away at my keyboard. Finally, the giggling stopped. Brandon came out, tossed a folder on my desk. “Brenda wants this done today.” “Isn’t this your project? Are you giving it to me?” “No. I’m still in charge.” So he gets the credit and I do the work? Hell no. I pushed the folder back. It was almost quitting time anyway. I packed up. Brandon went to Brenda, hiding behind his boss. “Brenda, Hannah refuses to do what you say.” “Hannah, if you don’t do this, don’t bother coming back next month.” Brenda thought she could push me around like she did Sarah. But I just kept packing my stuff. “Fine. Fire me, Brenda.” Brenda’s nostrils flared. She was fuming. She was the type to hold a grudge. When bullying didn’t work, she tried isolating me. I never got notified about meetings. If I asked coworkers for help, they ignored me. I was basically invisible. Brenda took the department out for a team-building event on Saturday, but nobody told me. I only found out on her Instagram. She was wearing a tight dress that showed off her potbelly, surrounded by a bunch of guys, smiling like she’d won the lottery. Sarah was off to the side, giving an awkward peace sign. Brenda captioned it: “My boys are the best.” Sarah secretly told me that Brenda had created a new department chat, but I wasn’t invited. Brenda threatened her, saying she’d lose her job if she got too close to me. She pulled me aside. “You’re not the first one she’s done this to. The other girls all left crying.” Seeing my face, she sighed. “This whole department is Brenda’s personal playground. She won’t let attractive young women stay. Only someone like me, average-looking and not rich, can survive.” Sarah couldn’t afford to lose her job. It was the best-paying one she could find. She didn’t want me to be isolated, but she didn’t want to get fired either. Seeing how conflicted she was, I told her, “It’s okay. Besides her kiss-ups, nobody wants to spend their weekend sucking up to her anyway.” All official requests were in Slack. So I didn’t care and carried on. I went to work, ate lunch alone, got my work done and went home on time. No pressure. Brenda saw I couldn’t be bullied, and with Brandon, cooked up even dirtier schemes.

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My little brother, all part of his “chosen one CEO” image, teamed up with my stepmom to swipe my nearly-finished business proposal. The result? The company tanked, losing millions. And he blamed it all on me. “He’s just jealous!” he wailed, “My own brother sabotaged my work! He can’t stand to see anyone succeed!” My dad, completely snowed by their act, kicked me out, cutting off all my money. I ended up homeless, eventually getting beaten to death by some thugs. With my last breath, I heard them mention my brother’s name. But fate, in its infinite wisdom, gave me a do-over. I woke up on the very day he stole my proposal. 1. Still reeling, I checked the time on my phone. Tonight was the night my brother, in cahoots with my stepmom, was going to jack my work. He’d sneakily implement my initial draft, and everyone would initially hail him as some kind of business genius. But that draft wasn’t market-tested. It had serious flaws. A month later, the lack of solid data would cause a massive market correction, costing the company nearly fifty million bucks! The stock market would bleed red. Some of the older investors would even consider pulling out. And then he’d pin it all on me. “It’s gotta be my brother! He was jealous, and changed the key parts of my plan to see me fail!” My dad would buy it because he thought the plan was solid. He didn’t know I’d created it. My stepmom’s crocodile tears and my brother, Chad’s, faux-frustration would pull at my dad’s heartstrings. Even my fiancée, who was only with me for the connections, would turn on me and side with Chad. They’d cut me off financially and throw me to the curb. Homeless, I’d be forced to scavenge through dumpsters for scraps. And eventually, I’d be beaten to death. Before I died, I heard them talking: “Are we really gonna kill him?” “He’s just a bum. Who’s gonna miss him? No one will even notice.” “Yeah, besides, his own brother paid us to do it. And we got rich guys watching our backs if we get caught!” Checking the time again – it was four in the afternoon. Based on my memories from the previous life, I got to work, hammering out the final touches on the proposal. Then, I immediately sent it over to Uncle Phil, a member of the board who could go toe-to-toe with my dad. “Phil, I’ve done the market research on this new streaming platform. Take a look and let me know if you see any holes.” I wasn’t about to sit around waiting for his reply. I quickly changed clothes and headed out. A month from now, Chad would accuse me of tampering with his plan. Let them steal the initial draft. The real skill wasn’t something they could just swipe. This time, I wasn’t going down without a fight. I called my dad and told him I agreed to the transfer to open a new branch in Chicago. Last time, I refused. I was determined to stay in New York and battle Chad for the inheritance. Which led to my plan getting stolen, Chad getting the credit, and me taking the blame. That helpless, trapped feeling was something I’d never forget. As the plane took off for Chicago, I finally started to relax. That plane ticket, proving where I was, was my alibi. I was going to enjoy watching them try to pin this on me in a month! 2. The plane landed late at night. As soon as I turned on my phone, I was bombarded with trending news articles. “Chad, the Handpicked CEO, Lands a Million-Dollar Deal!” “Shocking! Millions in Revenue in Just Two Hours!” “The Younger Son of the Smith Family – The Real CEO Material!” Just as I’d predicted, they’d stolen my incomplete draft. The headlines were all about how amazing Chad was. They even compared me to him. “Compared to the formerly hotshot VP, Amy Carter’s son, he doesn’t even measure up!” “Like mother, like son. Amy Carter was a homewrecker, so what else would you expect from her kid?” And that was me – Amy Carter’s son. Once, the Carter name had held a lot of weight in Smith Corp. Then, my dad married my mom, and together they fused their companies into a powerhouse. But when I was ten, my mom died in an accident. My dad brought my stepmom into the house. That’s when I learned she was my dad’s old flame, and that I had a half-brother who was barely six months younger than me. After that, my dad dropped the charade and his attitude towards me changed drastically. He never gave me the time of day. It was like he wished I’d never been born. But at 25, I was already making waves in the business world. My stepmom was afraid I’d outshine Chad, so she teamed up with her golden child to come up with this plan. I used to tell myself that maybe I wasn’t good enough, that’s why my dad didn’t like me. But I slowly realized that I was the product of a marriage of convenience. Chad was the son my dad truly wanted. And to give Chad what he wanted, my father was willing to sacrifice his own son. Instead of wasting time arguing with strangers online, I decided to focus on getting real results that would speak for themselves. But I still couldn’t sit by and watch my mom’s company get destroyed. I texted my dad. “Don’t get caught up in appearances. You should really double-check the numbers.” He called me immediately. “Are you trying to sabotage your brother?” “He’s barely started and he’s already making waves, and you’re already trying to tear him down? ” “Let me tell you, you’re just like your useless mother. You could never come up with something this perfect!” I could hear my stepmom chiming in from the background. “Now, Sam, don’t get so worked up. After all, she and her boy are known to steal from others.” “But skills from the blood can’t be stolen by anyone.” “Alan’s already been sent to the secondary office, if he can’t achieve anything, the rule of the company are there to be enforced.” Wow, talk about a low blow! I could hear Chad sniffling and my fiancée’s familiar voice. “Don’t be upset, Chad. He’s just jealous.” See? I didn’t even have to say anything. They’d already found me guilty. Chad just had to put on an act, and I’d be held responsible for everything. My well-intentioned advice was completely ignored. Well, we’d see who had the last laugh in a month. 3. My stepmom and Chad knew that I was the true author of the plan. Afraid that I might expose the truth online, they called a press conference overnight. They released a video of Chad working tirelessly on the plan. Saying he was going above and beyond for the company. Even late at night, if he had a flash of inspiration, he’d jump up to write it down. Instantly, he was hailed as “The Handpicked CEO.” Uncle Phil was furious. “You’re both Sam’s sons, your dad’s way too unfair!” “I saw the plan. It’s practically identical to the one you gave me!” “I had yours tested, but Chad’s just went straight into action!” “But your dad’s the chairman now. I can’t overrule him.” If my dad used his power as chairman to push it through, the company would start hemorrhaging money any day. I was able to convince Uncle Phil to get a group of the team and fellow board members together. They’d wait until the company lost money, then launch their counterattack. Chad’s new livestream plan started losing money in the second week. It wasn’t just because of the flawed data, but also because of my dad’s boneheaded decisions. To boost its influence and take over the market, he contacted a bunch of retailers with dead-stock products, just to restock the inventory quickly. He was treating his fanbase like sheep to be fleeced. But those fans weren’t stupid. The products arrived, and they were nothing like what they were expecting. Expensive makeup was causing breakouts. Candy was giving people food poisoning. The internet was flooded with complaints. “What ‘Handpicked CEO’? Is he taking us all for fools?” “Are you out of your mind?! I bought it because my favorite actor was promoting it. I ate it while watching their show, and ended up in the hospital!” “Leave my favorite influencer alone! She’s not just a marketing tool!” “I have such a bad impression of Smith Corp now. I’ll never buy anything from them again.” Countless fans were sending Chad hate mail. 4. When Chad was getting booed in public and receiving death threats, he cracked. I got a call from my dad. He started yelling and insulting me right off the bat. “Are you behind this whole plan thing? Are you that jealous of your brother?” “You can’t just accept going to the Chicago branch?” “You’re just trash! Can’t you understand your place in the family?!” Before I could even respond, my phone was blowing up with incoming calls. Then, the top trending topic was about Chad threatening to jump off a building. With a livestream link attached. It all clicked in my head instantly. Chad must have told my dad something, trying to get him to hold me back. That way, I wouldn’t have a chance to address the slander he was throwing my way. The first to attack gets the advantage, right? Sorry, but the comeback story is way more popular. I hung up on my dad without a second thought and clicked on the livestream. Chad was standing on the roof, clutching the railing for dear life. “I can’t even leave my apartment without getting booed and having things thrown at me. I’m getting death threats, people are even sending me fan mail written in blood.” “It’s because my brother’s jealous of me! He secretly changed the data! And he contacted shady business to smear my name!” But the internet wasn’t so easily fooled. That’s when my fiancée, Riley Moore, the daughter of the Moore Group, stepped forward with a video. It showed me hunched over a desk, working on the plan. It only played for a few seconds before cutting off. “This is a video of Alan Smith secretly sabotaging the plan!” She even released screenshots of our text messages. “I’m jealous of Chad’s talent.” “I’m the real heir to Smith Ent. He doesn’t deserve to be in the running for the position!” “I’m going to ruin him! Riley, you’ll help me, right?” Putting down her phone, Riley turned to the camera, righteous fury in her eyes. “Chad and I have been close friends for years. I know him. I know what kind of person he is.” “That’s why I refused to work with Alan and sabotage someone’s plan!” With Riley’s endorsement, the internet turned on me.

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