My name is Liana Sallow. The poor student I sponsor, Clara Silva, is what you’d call a scatterbrained girl. The day before the swimming competition, I repeatedly told her not to touch my stuff. But she still secretly put stimulants in my water bottle. I was reported for cheating, my results were voided, I was banned for life, and the school expelled me. Facing the questioning, she cried and explained, “Liana, I just wanted you to win first place. I really didn’t think it would turn out like this.” My boyfriend Luke Moore hugged her to comfort her, then yelled at me, “She meant well, why make things hard for a young girl?” I broke down and went home, shutting myself in all day. Clara claimed she felt sorry for me and came with Luke, bringing wine to apologize. After ten shots of strong liquor, my head was pounding, so I asked her to buy me some hangover medicine. She ended up giving me painkillers as hangover medicine, which caused gastrointestinal bleeding and led to my death. In the hospital, she cried her heart out. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’m so stupid, I can’t even tell the difference between hangover medicine and painkillers.” Facing police questioning, Luke gave false testimony for her, accusing me of committing suicide by drinking and taking medicine because I couldn’t handle the psychological pressure after cheating in the competition. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the competition. ***** “Liana, I specially bought this cola for you. Drinking it before the competition tomorrow can boost your energy.” A familiar voice rang out, and I trembled all over. Looking at the familiar training base around me, I immediately realized—I was reborn. Before I could react, Clara had already stuffed the cola into my hand. Luke looked at Clara with a doting expression and said, “Clara is so thoughtful. Liana, you’re really lucky to have such a good friend like her.” I almost burst out laughing. Anyone with basic common sense knows that caffeinated drinks like cola and coffee are prohibited in sports competitions. In my previous life, I politely declined her kindness. To be safe, I specifically emphasized not to touch certain things. But the next day, during the competition, someone accused me of cheating, and stimulants were found in my body and water bottle. As a result, our entire team’s results were voided, I was permanently banned from competing, and the school directly expelled me. Later, I found out it was Clara who put stimulants in my water. I went to confront her. She burst into tears and threw herself into Luke’s arms, saying pitifully, “Liana, I really just wanted you to win first place. I didn’t expect this to happen.” Luke held her and comforted her, then yelled at me, “She meant well, why are you making things hard for a young girl?” I developed depression, and Luke and Clara came with strong liquor to apologize to me. They forced me to drink ten shots of strong liquor, insisting I drown my sorrows. Feeling awful with a splitting headache, I asked Clara to buy me some hangover medicine. She ended up giving me painkillers instead of hangover medicine, forcing me to take them, which led to gastrointestinal bleeding and my death. In the hospital, she cried her heart out. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’m so stupid, I couldn’t even tell the difference between hangover medicine and painkillers.” Facing the police’s questioning, Luke gave false testimony for her, accusing me of committing suicide with alcohol and pills because I couldn’t handle the pressure after cheating in a competition. Thinking of the pain from my past life, I clenched my fists in anger. I immediately tossed the cola into the trash can. Clara froze, her eyes instantly reddening. “Liana, do you not like cola? I’m sorry, my family is really poor. This can of soda is something I saved up for half a month to afford; it’s already the best I can give you.”

Luke, seeing Clara’s tearful face, immediately felt heartbroken and angrily scolded me, “Liana, what are you doing? Even if you come from a privileged background and look down on us ordinary people, this is Clara’s heartfelt gesture! How could you throw the drink away right in front of her?” The rest of the team also spoke up, their tones filled with dissatisfaction. “Liana, you went too far. Even if you didn’t want the drink, you shouldn’t have just thrown it away, right? That’s just too insulting.” “This is a school, not your home. Clara is not your servant.” Clara looked at me with tears in her eyes. “It’s all my fault, don’t blame Liana.” I coldly glanced at the people protecting her, my tone icy. “Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that caffeinated drinks are strictly prohibited in sports competitions. Clara, do you truly not know, or are you pretending not to?” She immediately said pitifully, “I’m sorry, it’s all because I’m so stupid, I even messed up buying a drink.” Luke patted her shoulder and said gently, “Don’t cry, your makeup will smudge.” He then turned to me, frowning. “Liana, is it necessary to be so petty? Clara meant well, she’s not very sharp to begin with, do you have to be so aggressive?” I rolled my eyes and raised my hand to slap him. “Good intentions? Her good intentions could ruin my competition, and I can’t afford that.” Luke’s eyes widened sharply. “Liana! Are you crazy? How dare you hit me!” I sneered, “I’m hitting fools like you.” Clara cried as she stood in front of Luke. “Liana, it’s all my fault. Blame me for being so stupid and messing up even small things. If you want to hit someone, hit me, don’t blame Luke!” I let out a laugh and immediately slapped Clara across the face. “Good that you know you’re stupid. If you want to get hit, I’ll oblige.” Seeing me lay hands on Clara, Luke instantly got furious and shoved me hard. I was pushed to the ground. My arm hit the steps, instantly bruising. I grimaced in pain. The others glanced at my injured arm, frowned, and scolded Luke, “How could you hit Liana? What if she’s hurt and can’t compete in tomorrow’s match?” Luke just stared at me coldly. “It was clearly Liana who hit Clara and me first.” I let out a cold laugh and said, “One wants to sabotage me with cheating to ruin our match, and the other, my boyfriend, defends the one harming me. Hitting you both is only fair.” Luke immediately got anxious. “What nonsense are you talking about?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore and simply said, “From today on, we’re done. I wish you and Clara a lifetime together.” Luke widened his eyes, staring at me in disbelief. “You want to break up with me? Don’t regret it.” I let out a cold laugh, grabbed my backpack, and turned to leave. The next day, I arrived at the competition venue. Our team’s match was the tenth one. We were warming up on the side when Clara came over with a water cup for us. She said, “I filled everyone’s water cups.” The others took the water and thanked Clara one after another. Clara looked at me and asked with a smile, “Liana, I couldn’t find your water cup. Where is it? I’ll get water for you.” In my past life, Clara used the excuse of getting water for me to secretly put stimulants in my cup.

I calmly refused, saying, “No need.” Clara’s eyes turned red again. “Liana, you’re still upset about yesterday, aren’t you?” Luke strode over, pulled Clara into his arms, and comforted her, “Don’t worry, Clara, it’s not your fault. You were just trying to help, but Liana didn’t appreciate it. The water you got is really sweet, and we’ll definitely win the championship.” Clara smiled shyly. “I believe in you all, keep it up!” Right before going on stage, I took out my water bottle, ready to take a sip, but I suddenly noticed white powder on the rim. My hand trembled slightly. Despite all my precautions, I still failed to guard against it. If I had just drunk it earlier, wouldn’t I be repeating the tragedy of my past life? I looked up and saw Clara staring at me intently. She said, “Liana, hurry up and drink some water, it’s almost time to go on stage.” I immediately capped the water bottle. “I won’t drink it. I’m going to the restroom, you guys go ahead.” After arriving at the restroom, I suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, as if something was about to happen. Half an hour later, the competition began. As expected, our team won first place, and everyone on the team received 20 extra points for the graduate exam. Everyone cheered and hugged each other. “We did it! I knew we could.” Just as everyone was excited, two staff members suddenly walked over. One of them asked, “Excuse me, who is Liana?” Everyone’s eyes turned to me. I stepped forward and said, “That’s me. What’s wrong?” He glanced at me and said, “Someone reported you for using banned substances before the competition. Please cooperate with us for a drug test and investigation.” I frowned and followed the staff out. At this moment, the others nervously looked at me. “Liana, you didn’t use that stuff, right? This concerns the entire team’s performance.” I nodded. “I haven’t touched any banned substances.” The others all breathed a sigh of relief. I followed the staff for the test. An hour later, the test results came out. The staff silently handed the report to the organizers. The organizer angrily said, “Liana Sallow, a member of the first-place team, tested positive for banned substances, which is considered a serious act of cheating. Effective immediately, all results of the team are nullified, and Liana is permanently banned from competition.” I was shocked. I clearly didn’t drink water, so how could there be stimulants? Hearing the organizer’s words, everyone turned to look at me. Luke, furious, slapped me across the face. “Liana, you actually took stimulants. Do you know that because of you, all our efforts are ruined?” The others surrounded me, questioning, “How could you take stimulants? We trained hard for a year for this competition, and now everything is ruined because of you.” The audience in the stands was furious, with curses echoing nonstop. “If you can’t compete, don’t. Taking stimulants is disgusting.” “People like this really disgrace the school!” “You don’t deserve to be in our school. I’m going to complain to the school leaders to expel someone like you, so you don’t ruin the school’s reputation.” People in the stands, furious, started throwing things at me. I clenched my fists and looked at the organizers. “I don’t accept this punishment.” Clara stepped forward and urged, “Liana, stop being stubborn. If you admit your mistake now, I and everyone else will plead for you.” I let out a cold laugh. “I didn’t break any rules, so why should I admit fault?” Luke pointed at me and cursed, “The medical report is right here, and you’re still denying it. You cheated and won’t admit it. You’ve completely disgraced our team!” The organizer looked at me. “Why won’t you admit it?” I smiled slightly and said, “Because I didn’t even compete.”

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

Victoria looked at me in shock. “Divorce is no joke. What did Ian do wrong? Tell me, and we’ll teach him a lesson for you.” I frowned and put down my fork. “Nothing, we just don’t like each other anymore and don’t want to waste time. Don’t try to persuade me, I’m determined to divorce. I can’t take it for another minute.” Ian’s throat tightened, and his eyes instantly turned red. “What did I do wrong? Tell me. I don’t believe you have no feelings for me anymore. Whatever you say, I’ll change! If you don’t want me to spend your money, I won’t touch a single cent from now on, okay?” Alistair and Victoria’s faces instantly darkened at the mention of money. Ian’s elder brother’s wife, Celia Blackwood, immediately stood up, grabbed my wrist, and led me to the room. As she walked, she said, “Everyone, don’t get upset. Some things are hard to say in front of everyone. I’ll take Joyce to have a chat and talk some sense into her.” After entering her bedroom, she locked the door behind her, turned around, and looked at me with a face full of concern. She said, “What’s going on? Is there something you can’t tell me? I know you’re not someone who acts recklessly; you must be facing some difficulties.” Celia and I usually have a fairly good relationship. Ian’s eldest brother, Aaron Blackwood, passed away years ago. Celia has remained unmarried since and has been living with Alistair and Victoria over the years. Thinking she might feel lonely, I often invited her to travel, shop, and do beauty treatments together, just to cheer her up. At this moment, I was hesitating whether to tell her the truth, but my eyes accidentally caught a lifelike toy standing on a chair by the balcony. It still had an unused condom on it, with traces of bodily fluids remaining. Noticing my gaze, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly stuffed the toy into the bedside cabinet. Perhaps she was too flustered, causing the clutter in the cabinet to topple over. An opened box of condoms rolled out and quietly stopped at my feet. She hurriedly picked it up. “Please don’t misunderstand me. You know, Aaron passed away too soon, and all these years, I haven’t been able to let him go. Though I’m a widow, I still have physical needs.” “I just bought some better-quality condoms to avoid infections. Please don’t tell them, I don’t want them to think I’m improper.” I looked at her shy yet honest face, unable to say a word. After a while, I finally squeezed out a sentence. “Got it, let’s go out.” She grabbed my hand and hurriedly asked, “Wait, you haven’t explained it to me yet. Why do you have to get a divorce? Is there something that can’t be resolved?” I glanced at her and said, “It’s nothing, I just don’t love him anymore.” Outside the door came the cries of Alistair and Victoria. “How did Ian marry such a greedy woman like you? You’re divorcing just for some medicine money?” “All these years, we haven’t treated you badly. You said career comes first, and for five years of marriage, you didn’t have kids. We never said anything about it!” “You go on business trips for half a month at a time, and Ian takes care of everything at home and both sets of parents. When has he ever complained? When has he ever frowned?” “His salary and bonuses are handed over to you every month. It’s one thing not to care about his health, but now you want a divorce over medical expenses? How can there be such a heartless woman like you in this world!” Ian couldn’t hold back his tears either. He pressed his lips together and knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry, my love. Is it because the heart supplements I bought are expensive, and you’re worried about my health dragging you down in the future, that you’re divorcing me?” “Please don’t do this. I promise to take good care of my health and work hard to earn money. I won’t be a burden to you. I’m begging you, please don’t divorce me, okay?” He tightly grasped my hand, his forehead pressed against the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Celia was shocked upon hearing this. “Joyce, you’re divorcing him because of this? He’s your husband! Not caring about his health is one thing, but now you even see him as a burden.”

She looked at me disappointedly. “How expensive can a heart supplement be? You’re a married couple, with most of your lives still ahead together. How did you become so petty?” Looking at their grief-stricken and shocked expressions, I sneered and said, “Family? You’re the family. What does it have to do with me? I’m just an outsider!” “Don’t go, Joyce, please don’t go!” Ian suddenly seemed to wake up, lunging forward and grabbing my leg tightly. “Is it because I haven’t cared enough about you that you want a divorce? I’ll change! From now on, I’ll put you first. Please don’t leave me. I really can’t live without you.” Alistair and Victoria, seeing this, clutched their chests in anguish. I kicked Ian away without hesitation. “Instead of begging me, you’d better take your parents to the hospital quickly before you anger them to death.” I no longer looked at their pale faces and turned to leave. Before stepping out, I grabbed the supplements I originally brought for them and, along with the trash bag by the door, tossed them into the garbage bin. Just as I walked out of the community gate, I received a call from my friend. She said, “The agreement is ready. When can you come to pick it up?” “I really don’t understand. You two have been fine all these years, so why suddenly get a divorce?” I tiredly rubbed my temples and spoke softly, “No particular reason, it’s just too exhausting living with their family. I want to be free.” My friend stayed silent for a moment and eventually said nothing more. I immediately went to her place to retrieve the divorce agreement and signed my name without hesitation. In the evening, I went home and quickly packed up my belongings. I just waited for him to come back, sign the papers, and then I would leave for good. But I waited until past nine at night, and he still hadn’t replied to my messages. Helpless, I dialed his number, wanting to have a proper talk about this matter. But just as I took out my phone, I received a call from Ian’s colleague. The voice on the other end was chaotic and hurried. “Joyce, come quickly to see Ian. He’s been out of it all afternoon, looking pale, and he just fainted after work.” “The doctor said he was shocked, his heart’s in trouble, and he’s being resuscitated right now. Come quickly!” I immediately drove to the hospital. As soon as I entered the ward, a crowd of people was gathered around the bedside. Apart from Alistair, Victoria, and Celia, there were also a group of Ian’s colleagues I had seen before but wasn’t familiar with gathered around the bed. Finally, I saw my parents, Barrett and Lucia Sterling, glaring at me with anger. Before I could speak, Barrett slapped me so hard that I hit the door, my ears ringing. Ian on the bed struggled to sit up, his voice trembling. “Talk it out, don’t hit her.” Barrett’s eyes reddened. “Look at him, you’ve upset him this much, and he’s still defending you!” “He treats you so well, why are you filing for divorce for no reason? Just for that bit of money? Are you going to cling to petty gains endlessly?” “I think you’ve had it too easy all these years, that’s why you’re so arrogant!” Even Lucia, who has always loved me the most, looked at me with disappointment. “This time, you’ve really gone too far.” Barrett snorted coldly, pointed at me, and ordered, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to Alistair and Victoria! You upset them so much yesterday, and today you still dare to cause trouble at the hospital?” I swallowed my grievances and met their angry gazes. “This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. Please stay out of it.” After speaking, I walked straight to the doctor, borrowed a pen, and handed the already signed divorce agreement to Ian. I said, “I came here today for one purpose only, and that is to get a divorce.” Those who thought I would change my mind after being scolded by my parents all looked at me in astonishment.

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My parents Micah Wright and Aurora Wright, as they got older, needed my sister Cora Wright and me, their two daughters, to take care of them in their old age. Cora is moving to France with her French husband Chris Davis, while I live with my taxi-driving husband Bennett Gray in a two-bedroom apartment in a small town in the U.S. Aurora had no money and ultimately chose me to take care of her, while Micah took all the family assets and had Cora look after him. My family’s financial situation is average. As for the two-bedroom apartment, I gave the master bedroom to Aurora. However, Aurora was still unhappy and always said she wasn’t happy living with me. Every night, she video calls Cora, envies Cora’s exciting life abroad, and complains that I haven’t taken good care of her. But I’m already middle-aged. I not only have to take care of Aurora but also my daughter Anna Gray, who is about to take the SAT, and Bennett, who suffers from cervical spondylosis, not to mention Bennett’s elderly parents who also need care. One thing after another is overwhelming me, yet Aurora is still insisting on going abroad to celebrate Cora’s birthday. I couldn’t take it anymore and had a big fight with her. As a result, Aurora was so upset that she had a cerebral hemorrhage. She lay in the hospital bed, calling out Cora’s name. Staring at me with wide eyes, she regretfully said, “In this life, I shouldn’t have chosen an incompetent daughter like you to take care of me in my old age.” I was so heartbroken that I fainted. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back ten years. It was the very day Micah and Aurora were assigning caregiving responsibilities. This time, Aurora quickly said, “I want Cora to take care of me in my old age. It’s my turn to enjoy life now.” Hearing her words, I immediately realized that Aurora had also been reborn. She resented me for not giving her a good life in the past, so she was eager to choose the better-off Cora. But she forgot one thing. In the past life, it wasn’t that she didn’t choose Cora; it was Cora who didn’t want to choose her. Aurora spent her whole life as a housewife, but no one helped her pay for her pension. Previously, I suggested that Cora and I contribute together to her pension, but Cora firmly refused. Cora said, “We’re both her daughters. With us taking care of her in old age, do you think we’d treat her poorly?” Besides, Cora married Chris, a wealthy foreign businessman, and doesn’t lack money at all. But compared to the noisy Aurora, Cora preferred taking care of Micah, who had been a middle school teacher all her life. At least taking Micah out wouldn’t embarrass her. Sure enough, Cora showed a hint of embarrassment. She said coyly, “Mom, I want to take care of you too. But your health doesn’t allow you to fly. You’d better stay in the U.S. with Stella.” Stella Wright is my name. After a pause, she added, “When we have time, we’ll definitely come back to see you.” Cora looked at me and said, “Right, Stella? Mom can still help you take care of Anna here.” I sneered inwardly and didn’t respond to her words. In my past life, Aurora claimed she would help me take care of Anna, but in reality, she spent every night video chatting and watching TV with Cora, and slept all day long. All the tasks of picking up and dropping off Anna were handled by Bennett’s mother. One rainy day, Bennett’s mother broke her leg, and both Bennett and I were working out of town. I begged Aurora to pick up Anna just once, but she complained about the distance and being tired, leaving Anna to wait at school until dark. In the end, it was the school security guard who couldn’t stand it and took Anna home. Seeing me stay silent, Aurora gave me a cold glance. “I’m already in my fifties or sixties; I should be enjoying life. She should take good care of Anna and not trouble others.” “We’ve decided then. Next month, I’ll go abroad with you, and your dad will stay at Stella’s house.”

Micah had no objections to this arrangement. He didn’t want to go abroad anyway. Since he knew no one there, he felt there wouldn’t even be anyone to talk to. In his previous life, Micah wanted to return to the U.S. after going abroad. However, Cora wouldn’t let him. Cora and Chris had three kids. They dumped all the kids on Micah to take care of while they lived carefree lives. Luckily, Micah was a teacher by profession. He disciplined the kids just like his students. But he aged faster day by day. However, Aurora always envied Micah, saying he was clearly happy but didn’t realize it. She also praised Cora and Chris, saying if she were abroad, she would live comfortably. Aurora would call Cora every time on purpose in front of me and say those mocking words. She just thinks I married an ordinary man, not as well or as comfortably as Cora. Seeing no room for negotiation, Cora simply made a request. “Mom, you can come abroad with us, but the cost of living is high there, and you don’t have a pension. Why don’t you just sell the house and then come with us?” Our family has two old houses. In the past life, they sold these two houses for just over a million dollars. At that time, Aurora gave all the money from selling the house to Micah, letting him take it, because she felt sorry for Cora’s high expenses abroad. This time, I spoke up first, “You can sell the house, but only one. My dad still needs to live in this one.” After what happened in the past life, I will never live in the same house with them again. Before Cora could speak, Aurora immediately objected, “Why? Your dad should live in your house. Otherwise, how is this considered taking care of your dad in his old age?” I suppressed my anger and explained, “You know. Our house is so small, Micah would feel uncomfortable coming over.” Aurora sneered and said, “Who told you to marry someone without money? If you had married a rich man like Cora, you’d be living in a big villa by now.” Her disdainful gaze pierced me once again. I thought, “Sure enough, when you’re broke, the first people to look down on you are your parents.” Aurora only started treating us differently after Cora and I married different people. Cora can do no wrong. If she wants to eat expensive cherries, she can eat them whenever she wants. But if I occasionally buy some for Anna, I’m told it’s too extravagant. Immediately, Cora said, “Stella, don’t go too far! Dad has his pension, so you don’t need to worry. These two houses should be considered my compensation, right?” Aurora immediately chimed in, “Exactly. These houses are our property. We can give them to whoever we want. Stella, we’re not dead yet, and you’re already thinking of letting Bennett take over our family’s assets?” I thought, “Take over our family’s assets? What is there in our family for him to take over?” On the contrary, whenever Bennett has some money, he buys them gifts. I sneered and said, “If you’re unwilling, you can take Mom and Dad with you, and I’ll give you all the houses. I have no objections.” After saying that, I stood up to leave. Aurora shouted angrily behind me, “What kind of attitude is that? Whether we give you the house or not, we are still your parents. You should take care of us in our old age.” Hearing the argument, Bennett quickly came out of the room carrying a fruit platter. He wiped his hands with his apron and smiled ingratiatingly, “Micah, Aurora, don’t be angry. I know Chris is capable. But as for taking care of you in old age, our family will definitely handle it.” Seeing Bennett bending over with a smile, I felt very uncomfortable. In my past life, Bennett even gave up our master bedroom. The three of us squeezed into a small room, yet he never complained. Anna didn’t even have space for a desk and had to bend over the coffee table every day to do her homework. In this life, I won’t let them suffer such grievances again. But Aurora didn’t even glance at Bennett, just snorted coldly and said, “If you had the ability to go abroad, would we have been separated?” Bennett stood helplessly on the side, while Chris sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking particularly relaxed. He kept asking Cora in French when they could leave. He was still waiting to go back to the hotel for a massage. Chris’s impatience was almost impossible to hide. But Aurora kept handing Chris fruit. “Chris, eat more cherries. You’re busy with work and need to relax.” Chris tossed the fruit aside and stood up. Cora quickly said, “Mom, if you want to go abroad with me, you must bring at least one million dollars. Otherwise, I can’t even help you with the paperwork.” I also stood up and said to Micah, “Dad, if you want to live with me, you can’t give me nothing. Those two houses, Cora and I should each get one.” Aurora glared at me fiercely, seemingly unable to understand why I suddenly became so stubborn. She was determined to go abroad with Cora, so she stood up straight away and rushed into the kitchen to grab a knife. Aurora held the knife to her neck and shouted, “Stella, if you don’t agree to let me sell the two houses, I’ll die. I want everyone to know you’re an unfilial daughter.”

Everyone was startled by Aurora’s actions. Cora covered her mouth and screamed, while Chris widened his eyes and cursed in French. Micah clutched his chest and sighed, “What’s going on? How did our family end up like this?” “Stella, you know your mom’s temper. Just listen to her.” Cora said fearfully, “Stella, it’s just a house, isn’t it? They were originally Mom and Dad’s. Why are you forcing Mom?” I was shaking with anger, while Aurora looked at me smugly, as if showing off. She flaunted her “rights” as a mother. No matter what, she is still my mom. Suddenly, I felt warmth on the back of my hand. It turned out Bennett was holding my hand. He looked at me sincerely and said, “Honey, let’s not take that house. Don’t argue with Aurora. I agree to take care of Micah and let Micah live with us.” Tears were about to fall from my eyes. I sniffled, then nodded and said, “I can give up the house, but I want to sign a guarantee with Cora.” “From today on, you’ll only be responsible for taking care of Mom, and I’ll only be responsible for taking care of Dad. No matter what happens, we can’t go back on this.” Before Cora could speak, Aurora immediately agreed. She said, “Fine. If you stop upsetting me, I’m sure I can live to a hundred.” For the sake of that one million dollars, Cora said nothing more. I hid the coldness in my eyes, recalling the call Cora made when Aurora was hospitalized in her previous life. It was a call to borrow money. Actually, Cora’s life abroad wasn’t as luxurious as we imagined; she had to fight with a third party every day. Later, Cora realized she was also one of the mistresses. Chris already had a wife and had frozen Cora’s bank card. Cora completely broke down and wanted to borrow money from me to return home. I hadn’t had the chance to lend her the money before I was reborn. I want to see how long they can last this time with Aurora going abroad with her. After selling the house, Aurora told everyone she was going abroad with Cora to enjoy life. Neighbors and relatives all envied her, praising her for having a capable daughter. As for me, they all sighed and said, “Stella was sensible since childhood. But when she grew up, she didn’t marry as well as the mischievous Cora.” Hearing these words, I ignored them. I rented the house next door and let Micah move in. After learning about this, Aurora was furious and kept telling others that I was unfilial for not letting Micah live with me. But in fact, Micah felt quite relaxed. He had a room to himself and didn’t have to feel restricted. On the day Aurora and Cora went abroad, Micah and I went to the airport to see them off. At the airport, Aurora dressed like a wealthy lady, not even glancing at me, her eyes filled with longing for a luxurious life abroad. Micah wiped his tears and said, “When you’re abroad, call me often. If we have time, we’ll come visit you there.” Aurora mockingly said, “Then you’d better have Stella earn more money. Otherwise, she won’t even afford the plane ticket.” She still resents me for not letting her go abroad to find Cora in our past life. I lowered my head and said nothing. In this life, she can be with Cora forever. Micah felt very awkward and whispered, “Stella is great. Whether rich or not, she’s still our daughter.” My nose stung sharply. After Micah went abroad in our past life, I never saw him again. I don’t know if he lived well in our past life or if he regretted his decision like Aurora did. Micah is honest and gentle, but in truth, he’s just timid. Aurora makes all the decisions at home. Even if Micah wanted to help me, he wouldn’t dare go against Aurora. Cora urged by the security checkpoint, “Mom, let’s go. If we want to come back later, we can.” Aurora nodded happily, then said to me, “Look at Cora. Having money is great; you can go wherever you want.” I let out a cold laugh and thought, “Really? Then why didn’t she come back to see you often in her past life?” I forced a smile, then waved and said, “Mom, I hope you truly have a good life abroad.”

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The day I, Abigail Morris, got pregnant with my second child, the baby in my belly unexpectedly revealed its thoughts. He said, “My silly sister, Mom said once you graduate, she’ll sell you for an engagement gift and save it for my future wedding.” After hearing this, my daughter Isabella Cook quietly applied to study abroad and was never heard from again. My husband Alexander Cook was about to comfort me but also heard the thoughts of the baby in my belly. He said, “Alexander, you’re actually comforting my mom? You’re the dumbest person in this family. After I’m born, I won’t call you Dad because my dad is a man from the bar. He’s super handsome.” Alexander was so furious that he immediately took me to the hospital for a paternity test. However, the expedited paternity test done by my good friend Iris Brooks clearly stated that the baby in my belly has no biological relation to Alexander. Alexander directly asked me for a divorce. At this moment, the baby in my belly anxiously said, “Why is he suddenly asking for a divorce? Did he find out that Mom lied to him and that the person who saved him back then wasn’t Mom, but Iris?” After hearing these words, Alexander and Iris got married. But because of the baby in my belly, I suddenly had massive bleeding and eventually died in pain on the hospital bed. I never knew why I ended up with such a fate, even until my death. It wasn’t until I was reborn that I heard the voice of the baby in my belly again. At this moment, a woman’s voice rang out. “Abigail, congratulations. This time, you’re truly pregnant with your second child. Now, you have a son and a daughter. There’s no mother happier than you.” Hearing this familiar voice, I suddenly opened my eyes. Seeing the ultrasound report in Iris’s hand, I finally confirmed that I had truly been reborn. Upon learning that the baby in my belly was a boy, Alexander immediately sent Iris a bouquet of flowers as a token of gratitude. Isabella, about to graduate from college, and Alexander were competing to name the baby. But the next second, I heard the inner voice of the baby in my belly. He said, “My silly sister, I don’t want you naming me. Mom said once you graduate, she’ll sell you for engagement gifts and save the rest for my future wedding.” Hearing these words, Isabella’s face instantly turned pale. It was the same in the previous life; after hearing the inner voice of the baby in my belly, Isabella’s smile disappeared. The once lively and cheerful Isabella became silent and distant from us. At first, I thought she was worried about her graduation thesis. But as soon as Isabella graduated from college, she applied to study abroad. After that, we never heard from her again. It wasn’t until two months later that she made a call. She said, “Mom, this is the last time I’ll call you Mom because I will never come back. I will get married and have children abroad. Just pretend you never had a daughter like me.” I never expected Isabella to say such things, and I cried my heart out at the time. Now, seeing the disappointed look in Isabella’s eyes when she looks at me, I immediately grab her hand. I said, “Isabella, I’m not planning to have this child anymore. Don’t worry. You will always be my dearest daughter.” Isabella was stunned instantly, but Iris beside her became anxious. She said, “Abigail, are you crazy? Why would you abort the child?” Alexander also showed a puzzled expression. He said, “Yes. Abigail, what’s wrong with you? Haven’t you always wanted a son and a daughter? We can afford two kids. Why do you insist on aborting this child?” Looking at Alexander’s confused expression, I became even more certain that he hadn’t heard the voice of the child in my belly just now. It seems this child can selectively choose who can hear his inner voice. To avoid the tragedy of the previous life, I must abort him. I said to Alexander, “Alexander, this time you must listen to me. We have to abort this child.” As soon as I finished speaking, the child in my belly anxiously kicked me. He said, “Mom, you’re so cruel. Just because you’re afraid Alexander will find out I’m not his biological son, you want to abort me to cover up your affair?”

His voice was like a curse, reminding me of the experiences from my previous life. At that time, Isabella had just cut ties with me, and I cried sadly every day. Alexander, worried about my health, urged me to take care of myself for the sake of the baby in my belly. It was during this time that the baby in my belly let Alexander hear his voice. Alexander was incredibly gentle with me one moment, but the next moment, he dragged me to the hospital. I thought he was worried about the baby in my belly, so I obediently cooperated with all the tests. But on the day we got the paternity test results, I realized Alexander suspected the baby in my belly wasn’t his. But how is that possible? I have never done anything to betray him. What shocked me even more was that the paternity test clearly stated that the baby in my belly had no biological relation to Alexander. So, Alexander completely believed the voice of the baby in my belly. Just like now, Alexander quietly listens to the voice of the baby in my belly. He said, “I’m really so pitiful. I haven’t even met my dad. He’s young and handsome, the most attractive man in the bar, much better than Alexander.” “Mom, didn’t you say you’d divorce Alexander after giving birth to me, then reunite me with my real dad?” To be honest, I have no idea who the “most attractive man in the bar” my baby is talking about is. Because I’ve never been to a bar. But Alexander’s face kept getting worse, and his gaze at me was filled with doubt and suspicion. He asked, “Are you in such a hurry to abort this child because it’s not mine?” “I can guarantee this child is yours. If you don’t believe me, we can do a paternity test.” I was the first to suggest doing a paternity test. Seeing how certain I was, he gradually felt relieved. He said, “Abigail, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but…” Sensing the awkward atmosphere between us as a couple, Iris quickly eased the tension. She said, “You two are really troublesome. Don’t you just want a paternity test? I’ll help you do it. I guarantee the results will be out within four hours.” I sneered at her and said, “Iris, thanks for your kindness. However, I’d like to choose another hospital.” “No way!” Iris’s eyes revealed a hint of panic. “I’m the doctor. Why do you need to go to another hospital? That’s too troublesome. Don’t you trust me?” I really couldn’t trust her. After all, in my previous life, it was she who did that paternity test, completely nailing me to the shame of “cheating in marriage.” In the end, I was forced to divorce without taking any property. She even used the child in my womb to replace me and successfully married Alexander. As the ultimate beneficiary of the whole incident, I definitely couldn’t believe she had nothing to do with the child in my womb. So, I put on a solemn look and said to Alexander, “Paternity testing is a big deal. Iris is my best friend. To ensure the accuracy of the test, Alexander, can you really trust Iris to do it for us?” Just as Alexander was about to agree to my proposal, the child in my womb suddenly exclaimed, “My mom’s method is really clever.” “Alexander would never guess that my mom had already bribed the doctor. No matter which hospital we go to, the paternity test will state that I am his biological son.”

Is this child trying to drive me to death again? I tried hard to suppress my anger and finally threw the problem to Alexander. “You decide how to do the paternity test. There are thousands of hospitals across the U.S. You can choose any place you like.” Alexander seemed a bit tired too. He rubbed his temples and said, “Forget it. Let’s have Iris do it. We’ll watch her do it. That way, there shouldn’t be any issues.” I thought about it and felt that with four pairs of eyes watching, Iris probably wouldn’t make any mistakes. Iris showed a hint of awkwardness but still drew our blood. Four hours later, the paternity test results came out. Seeing the results, I felt relieved. Although I don’t know why my child wants to harm me, biologically speaking, he is indeed the son of Alexander and me. This is absolutely certain. Iris pretended to speak kindly, “See? You’re just overthinking. I watched you get married and have a child. How could the paternity test be wrong?” But as soon as she finished speaking, the voice of the child in my belly echoed. He said, “My mom is so charming that Iris would rather give up her professional ethics to help her fake the paternity test.” Alexander instantly became furious and grabbed Iris’s arm. He asked, “Iris, do you dare swear on your career that this paternity test is real?” Iris felt extremely wronged but didn’t say a word. Her expression made it seem like I really asked her to fake the report. I was about to explain, but the baby in my belly seemed even more anxious than me. He said, “Mom, quickly tell Alexander to let go of Iris’s hand.” “If he sees the burn on Iris’s arm, he’ll know it was Iris who saved his life back then. If that happens, you won’t be able to hide the fact that you pretended to be his savior to marry him.” I never pretended. Back then, Alexander had a car accident. When he was sent to the hospital, he went into shock due to excessive blood loss. But the problem was, the hospital happened to be out of stock of Alexander’s blood type. It was me who broke hospital rules and gave Alexander 800 milliliters of my blood. After donating blood, I was weak and accidentally knocked over the kettle on the table, leaving a permanent scar on my arm. At the time, my colleague joked, “With such a big scar, what if you can’t get married in the future?” The still semi-conscious Alexander mumbled, “I’ll marry you.” I just took it as a joke and didn’t think much of it. But later, Alexander recognized me as the nurse who saved his life because of that scar. Because of this fate, we got together, then married and had children. To this day, we have been married for 16 years. I thought Alexander wouldn’t doubt me just because of a thought from the child in my belly. But he anxiously rolled up Iris’s sleeve. When he saw that Iris indeed had a scar identical to mine on her arm, he gripped Iris’s hand even tighter. He asked, “What’s the story behind this scar?” Iris nervously pulled back her hand and gave me a resentful glance. Then she said, “This happened over ten years ago. What’s the point of talking about it now?” “I need to know the answer,” Alexander said stubbornly. Iris squeezed out a couple of tears and said, “Back then, I saved a car accident victim. “After giving him 800 milliliters of blood, I accidentally touched a hot water bottle and got scalded by boiling water. “He said he would marry me. But I waited all these years and never saw him.” I shouted, “Alexander, don’t listen to her. She’s lying to you.” I grabbed Alexander’s hand, trying to make him believe me. But he impatiently pushed me away. “Abigail, I never thought you’d pretend to be someone else.”

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To make me miscarry, my 7-year-old son Leo Brown deliberately made me step on a toy car and fall. When I woke up, Leo’s grandmother Amelia Brown scolded me for bringing bad luck, while my husband Matthew Brown looked at me coldly. He said, “How could you be so careless? Now, we’ve lost our child. Who can you blame?” Leo hid behind Matthew without a trace of guilt. He said, “Grandma said as long as the baby in your belly dies, Dad will marry Ms. Price, and the daughter in Ms. Price’s belly will be my sister.” I completely lost all hope, left behind a divorce agreement and a document severing the mother-son relationship, and left. I no longer want such a husband and son. ***** I just woke up, and Amelia’s scolding was ringing in my ears. She said, “Do you really think being pregnant makes you a queen? You do nothing at home all day. You deserve to fall.” I instinctively touched my belly. My once swollen belly had become flat. My tears fell silently. Amelia was still blaming me, saying I slipped because I argued with her. She said, “Chloe, you’re just someone who brings us bad luck.” Chloe Morgan is my name. Matthew arrived late. He unhappily stopped the still nagging Amelia and said, “Enough. Since it already happened, stop talking about it.” I looked into his cold eyes and asked, “Do you also think it’s my fault?” Leo stood behind Matthew, holding his favorite toy car. I clearly remember that I accidentally stepped on Leo’s toy car while arguing with Amelia, which caused me to fall. The intense pain made me pass out instantly. The baby I had carried for five difficult months turned into a pool of blood and left me. But the person who caused my miscarriage was still behind Matthew, secretly making faces at me. Leo said, “Grandma said as long as your baby dies, Dad will marry Ms. Price, and the daughter in Ms. Price’s belly will be my sister.” I couldn’t believe these were the words my own son said to me. I was shaking with anger, pointing at Leo and asking Matthew, “Matthew, did you hear that? It was your son on purpose.” Matthew directly scolded me, “How could you be so careless? Now, our child is gone. And you blame it on my son? He’s just a kid! How could he intentionally harm you?” His accusations left me completely disappointed. I thought Matthew would care about me a little. Turns out, I was overthinking. At that moment, Matthew’s phone rang. It was a special ringtone he had set for someone. He answered the phone. Immediately, a soft female voice came through. “Matthew, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. Could you come and check on me?” This is the person he can’t forget, Mia Price. Matthew didn’t hesitate at all and left me, who had just miscarried, behind. Leo was also worried about Mia, so he went along. Immediately, Amelia left angrily as well. I suddenly felt so pathetic. My husband and son could both abandon me for another woman. I closed my eyes wearily, with only one thought in my mind. I want a divorce. Not long after, I saw Mia’s social media post. The photo showed a man’s hands peeling shrimp. His fingers were long and well-defined. I instantly recognized these as Matthew’s hands. I’ve been married to him for 7 years, but he never did these things for me. Matthew is a genius pianist, and he has always valued his hands greatly. Our only trip was our honeymoon after we got married. At that time, we brought two heavy suitcases. Since I had done my nails, it was inconvenient for me to carry them. Matthew coldly said, “Chloe, my hands are for playing the piano, not for carrying luggage.” In the end, I had to carry the suitcases alone the whole time. My nails split in the middle, and it was very painful. But Matthew didn’t feel sorry for me at all; instead, he blamed me for being too vain and insisting on getting my nails done. But now, his hands can peel shrimp for Mia. Turns out, it’s not that his hands are too noble, but that I’m not worthy enough for him to do these things. I numbly flipped to the next picture. In the photo, Mia was feeding Leo a piece of carrot with a fork. The caption read: [He’s such a good kid, not picky at all.] Leo is actually very picky. To balance his nutrition, I specifically added carrots to the meatballs to make it easier for him to eat. But he threw a tantrum and scattered the meatballs all over the floor. When Matthew came back from overtime, he clung to Matthew’s leg, crying, “Mom’s mean. I don’t like carrots, but she made me eat them.” Amelia also criticized me for forcing Leo to eat something he doesn’t like. I couldn’t argue back, and Matthew didn’t say a word, giving me the cold shoulder for a week. But now, Leo willingly eats the carrots fed by Mia. He truly is Matthew’s son; they even like the same woman. I closed my phone in disappointment, feeling utterly cold inside. I don’t want a husband and son like this anymore.

The day I was discharged, no one came to pick me up. My lower abdomen still hurts. While hailing a cab at the hospital entrance, I got splashed with dirty water by a passing car. As soon as I got home, I saw a harmonious scene. Matthew was holding Mia, looking at her tenderly. Leo sat on the other side of Mia, curiously touching her slightly rounded belly. He asked, “Ms. Price, don’t babies kick inside their mom’s belly? Why didn’t she kick me?” Mia pinched Leo’s cheek and said with a smile, “She’s still tiny and can’t kick yet. Leo, just wait a little longer.” The three of them looked like a happy family, while I, standing at the door, felt completely out of place. Seeing me return, Leo said disdainfully, “Did you come back from the dump? Why are you so dirty and smelly?” He exaggeratedly pinched his nose, while Mia covered her mouth, giggling. Matthew frowned and asked, “How did you end up like this?” I clenched my fingers tightly until my nails dug deep into my flesh, and the pain brought me back to my senses. I looked at the man I had loved for nearly 10 years, with no emotion left in my eyes. I said, “Matthew, let’s get a divorce.” As if he thought he misheard, Matthew asked me, “What did you say?” I firmly repeated, “I said, let’s get a divorce. I’ll make way for Mia so she and the baby won’t suffer anymore.” A hint of mockery flashed in Matthew’s eyes. He sneered and said, “Chloe, since when did you learn these cheap tricks? Let me tell you, they don’t work on me.” At this moment, Mia stood up, then walked over to me and grabbed my hand. She gently persuaded me, “Chloe, don’t misunderstand. I never thought of breaking you two apart. I have no relatives or friends in New York, and Matthew is the only one I know, so I asked him for help. If you don’t like it, I won’t ask him anymore.” I gently pulled my hand back, but Mia suddenly fell backward, as if I had pushed her. Matthew immediately became furious. He supported Mia and yelled at me, “Chloe, Mia is pregnant. How could you push her?” Leo also ran up to me and punched me hard. He said, “Bad mommy, you can’t bully Ms. Price. Just because you lost your baby doesn’t mean you can bully Ms. Price.” A 7-year-old child used all his strength to hit me. My already aching stomach hurt even more from his punches. But this pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. I pushed Leo away and sneered, “Don’t worry. No one will ever hurt your beloved woman again.” After saying that, I went straight upstairs. Matthew and Leo only had Mia in their eyes and hearts, completely ignoring me. In the 7 years of marriage, I almost only bought things for Matthew and Leo. There are very few things in this house that belong to me. I can pack all of them into a 28-inch suitcase. I threw the signed divorce agreement and the letter severing mother-son ties on the bed. Then, I took off the plain ring from my left ring finger and placed it on that pile of papers. This plain ring is the only piece of jewelry Matthew bought me in our 7 years of marriage. It was something he casually bought at the counter just to get through the wedding when we first got married. But even such a simple ring, I cherished it for 7 years. The moment I took off the ring, the last bit of attachment I had for Matthew was completely gone. At this moment, my phone received a message. It was Amelia who sent a photo in the family group chat of four hands playing the piano together. On the black and white piano keys, the two pairs of hands both had couple rings on their left ring fingers. This was a photo of Matthew and Mia at a concert while I was hospitalized. After posting the photo, Amelia even praised: [Look at Matthew and Mia. They are just perfect for each other!] Matthew’s other family members also joined in the teasing. I watched coldly, then sent a thumbs-up emoji in the group chat. In an instant, the lively group chat fell silent. Amelia even deleted all the previous messages she had sent. I didn’t want to deal with them anymore, so I left the group chat. When I came downstairs with my luggage, Matthew was staring at me coldly. He said, “My mom just posted a photo. Did you really need to leave the group chat?” Mia’s eyes were red too, pretending to look pitiful. She said, “Chloe, Matthew and I have always been piano partners. This time, I’m just a special guest for him. Don’t be mad.” I let out a cold snort and walked out resolutely. I said coldly, “Matthew, remember to sign the divorce papers.” At that moment, a “thud” sounded at my feet. I looked down and saw a cracked ruby pendant. I turned around and saw Leo’s eyes cold and full of disgust. I could hardly imagine this was the look my own child gave me. Leo said, “It’s best if you, this bad woman, leave and never come back. I don’t want your trash anymore.” I gave a bitter smile, looking at the ruby pendant on the ground. Back then, I had a difficult labor giving birth to Leo. As a result, Leo often fell ill as a child. To bless him with safety and health, I went to the church locals said was most favored by the divine and went through great effort to buy this ruby pendant. But now, Leo treats it like trash and throws it away. I nodded and said, “Alright, I don’t like you anymore either.” A son like this doesn’t deserve my love.

Actually, I should never have expected anything from this marriage. I always knew Matthew didn’t love me. My parents passed away early, and it was Matthew’s grandfather, Lincoln Brown, who supported me, helping me finish college and become a teacher. The first time I went to the Brown Villa, I fell in love with Matthew. Lincoln didn’t care about family background, thought I was dependable, and often teased me and Matthew, saying he wanted me to marry Matthew. But I always heard about Matthew and Mia’s passionate love story. They dated from high school to college. Both were skilled at piano and widely recognized as the perfect couple. However, after Matthew’s father passed away unexpectedly, Lincoln’s health quickly declined. Matthew needed to take over the family business, while Mia insisted on going abroad for her music dreams. And just like that, they broke up. Because of this, I, who often visited and cared for Lincoln, had the chance to get closer to Matthew. Lincoln’s dying wish was to see Matthew get married. Matthew was forced to marry me. Later, we had Leo. I don’t understand music, so Matthew always found me vulgar. As a result, even Leo looked down on me for not understanding art. Later, Mia went through a failed marriage abroad and then returned to New York alone. The legendary perfect couple reunited for a collaboration after many years. Matthew’s love for her reignited. Leo is very much like him. The woman he likes, Leo likes too. Leo mentioned Mia more than once in front of me, saying she was elegant and beautiful, unlike me—crude and ignorant. Hearing my son say that, I was heartbroken. But gradually, I got used to it and became numb to Matthew and Leo’s preference for Mia. I finally realized that my marriage to Matthew was a mistake from the start. We might as well cut ties. After leaving the Brown Villa, I lived in the school’s faculty dormitory. Matthew didn’t come looking for me, probably thinking I was still sulking. I took out the Volunteer Teaching application form that the school had given to all teachers earlier. Before, because I was pregnant with my second child, I had no intention of joining Volunteer Teaching. But now, I resolutely submitted my application to Principal Owen Adams to participate in Volunteer Teaching in the mountains. I came from the mountains, so I want to help the kids there step out of the mountains too. Owen looked at me with concern. Seeing my determination, he eventually approved my application. The day I left, the kids in my class were very reluctant to see me go. Actually, apart from an unhappy marriage, I was very happy at school. Owen highly valued my abilities, and my students admired me greatly. Before, I trapped myself in an unhappy family. The next day, I messaged Matthew to meet me at the Courthouse to handle the divorce paperwork. But I waited until evening, and he never showed up. It was only then that I saw his performance with Mia had made the news again. Everyone was praising them as the perfect duo. Even Leo showed an admiring look toward Mia during the interview. He said, “Ms. Price is really beautiful. She and Dad are a perfect match.” So, I said goodbye to my colleagues and students, then boarded the bus heading to the mountains. After a few days of bumpy travel, I arrived in the mountains for Volunteer Teaching. The children here are poor but very simple and sincere. To welcome us teachers, they even specially prepared roasted potatoes. The conditions in the mountains are tough. After just a few days, I was bitten by insects and experienced vomiting and diarrhea due to not adapting well to the environment. However, with the help of the students and local villagers, I gradually got used to life in the mountains. But on my fifth day in the mountains, an earthquake struck the area. I shielded the students as they fled and sought shelter, but my path was blocked by falling slabs, leaving me trapped in the rubble. At this moment, Mia had just finished playing a piece and was gracefully taking a bow on stage. Matthew in the audience led the applause, his eyes full of admiration. After Mia stepped off the stage, she took Matthew’s arm, and they faced the interview together. Mid-interview, Matthew’s phone kept vibrating. The phone showed it was Chloe calling. Mia frowned slightly but then softly said, “Matthew, why don’t you take the call? She might have something urgent.” Matthew hung up the phone in disgust. He said, “She just wants to make peace. What could she possibly want?” It wasn’t until the tenth ring that he impatiently answered. A stranger’s voice came from the other end. “Hello, are you Ms. Morgan’s husband, Mr. Brown? A 6.1 magnitude earthquake struck Humboldt County, and the area where Ms. Morgan is located was hit the hardest.”

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Married for five years, I, Joyce Felton, showed signs of a threatened miscarriage, while my husband, Jude Rivers, made headlines for taking wedding photos with his secretary, Summer Fields. I lay in the hospital bed, took a screenshot, and posted on Instagram with the caption: [You two look perfect together, wishing you happiness.] The next second, Jude called. “Joyce, what nonsense are you posting again?! Do you know that because of what you said, Summer is now crying her eyes out? How did you become so vicious?” On the other end of the line came Summer’s pitiful sobbing. My silence completely enraged Jude. He said, “Joyce, if you do something like this again, we’ll get a divorce!” In the past, whenever I heard the word “divorce,” I would always break down in tears and apologize. But this time, I simply replied softly, “Alright.” ***** I walked in carrying a bunch of medication for pregnancy support, only to meet Jude’s cold and gloomy gaze. “Where did you go?” he asked. Before I could speak, he casually glanced at the bag of medicine, a look of realization flashing in his eyes. He sneered and said, “Summer guessed right. You went to the hospital again to get your classmate to write a fake medical record, trying to fake illness to get my attention?” He rubbed his tired temples, sighed, and said helplessly, “Joyce, have you had enough? Hurry up and delete that Instagram post, got it? Stop threatening me with divorce all the time. Don’t think I won’t go through with it!” “Haven’t I explained it to you? That wedding photoshoot was just part of Summer’s variety show segment, for the sake of the show!” He sat steadily on the sofa the entire time. Believing I was faking illness, he didn’t even bother to help me, even though I struggled so much to push the door while clutching my stomach. The taxi ride home drained all my energy. Right now, I just want to follow the doctor’s advice and rest well. Faced with his questioning and accusations, I didn’t break down and explain like I used to. I simply gave him a calm glance, then took out my phone and decisively deleted that post. Then, I showed him my phone. “I deleted it.” Jude obviously didn’t expect me to cooperate like this, and his expression turned a bit complicated. He was somewhat surprised and also dissatisfied. I had no interest in guessing his emotions and turned to grab the medicine, ready to head back to my room. He suddenly smashed the cup on the table and yelled at me, “Joyce, who are you putting on this act for?! Do I have to expose that this medicine is fake?!” He rushed forward, grabbed the medicine bag, rummaged through it for a while, and froze when he saw the unfamiliar doctor’s name on the diagnosis. He murmured, “How could this be? Why isn’t it your classmate?” Leaning against the wall, anger rose in my heart as I lowered my gaze with a cold smile. “Mr. Rivers, did you forget? My classmate was dismissed a year ago because of your secretary.” A year ago, I went to my university classmate who studied medicine because of rectal bleeding and abdominal pain. She said it might be an intestinal obstruction and suggested I get hospitalized early for treatment, possibly requiring surgery if it’s serious. I honestly told Jude, hoping he could take care of me for a few days. Summer smiled and said, “Ms. Felton, I know you mind me often taking up Mr. Rivers’ time, but you can’t fake being sick just to get attention. My grandmother is a doctor, so I know a bit about medicine. You look perfectly healthy, how could you be ill?” Jude, who was originally worried about my health, immediately looked upset upon hearing that. He knew I had a good relationship with that medical student and sneered as he tore up my medical records. He said, “I’d like to see just how serious your illness can be.” Following Summer’s suggestion, he locked me at home and forbade me from going to the hospital. He had the housekeeper prepare medicine personally mixed by Summer every day. However, on the third day of taking that medicine, I had a high fever, fell unconscious, and vomited blood. If the housekeeper hadn’t secretly taken me to the emergency room under pressure, I might have died. But Jude, who rushed over, not only didn’t feel sorry for me but instead comforted the tearful and apologizing Summer. Summer said, “I’m sorry, Ms. Felton, it’s all my fault for being too hasty and giving the wrong prescription.” Jude scolded me, “Are you stupid? Didn’t you check the effects before taking the medicine?” My classmate couldn’t stand it anymore and pointed at Jude, yelling, “Are you crazy? You let your wife take any random prescription? Do you just want her to die early so you can marry your lover?” Because of this sentence, Jude believed that I conspired with my classmate to set up a trap, intending to ruin Summer’s reputation. Jude is a nationally renowned professor and a close friend of the hospital director. The outcome was that my originally treatable intestine was removed due to necrosis, and my doctor friend was also dismissed. After this incident, I completely gave up on Jude.

Jude seemed to recall this incident as well, and the furious expression on his face gradually calmed down. He cleared his throat lightly and placed the medicine on the table. Then, as if changing the subject, he smiled, picked up a bag of cold breakfast from the dining table, and said, “I happened to pass by the restaurant we used to frequent on my way back. Isn’t this your favorite?” I looked at him coldly, but I couldn’t help laughing inside. He had just finished a half-month-long research conference. Meanwhile, Summer’s Instagram was full of pictures of Jude taking her to top-notch restaurants. But when it came to me, he only bought me cheap snacks. Am I someone so cheap that I can be brushed off like this? The dull pain in my lower abdomen persisted, and I really couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. I said, “Jude, 20-year-old Joyce was willing to eat this with you because she liked you. “But now, I’m 30, and I don’t like you anymore.” After saying that, I turned to leave. Jude wanted to say something but was interrupted by a sudden message. He ignored me and turned to the balcony to handle his business. I locked the bedroom door, wrapped my chilly body in the blanket, trying to absorb some warmth. The next second, I fell into a dream filled with memories. Jude and I once shared a long period of love and affection. I was a pampered rich girl, and he was a sponsored poor student. But he was smart and ambitious. We met during a hiking event organized by the school. That day, halfway through the hike, a sudden downpour came, and I almost slipped off a cliff, but he grabbed me just in time. At that time, he was tall, with a strong build from working part-time at an auto repair shop for a long time. He was amused by my tearful expression, his deep eyes full of laughter. He said, as long as he’s here, nothing will happen to me. He kept his word; during the rest of the hike that day, he stayed by my side, protecting me. He even helped me scare away the snake I feared most. After that day, we started interacting more and more. On my 20th birthday, he took me to a fancy restaurant with the money he had saved for a long time. Back then, he wasn’t familiar with table manners, yet with a flushed face, he pulled a diamond necklace out of his suit pocket. He promised me, “Joyce, I will do my best to give you a good life!” Later, he really did it. On the day he became a professor, he proposed to me. But in the fourth year of our marriage, Summer appeared. All the beauty withered away. Suddenly, a loud bang, and the bedroom door was violently kicked open.

I was trapped in a nightmare, terrified, and the next second, Jude yanked my hair hard and dragged me off the bed. I clutched my lower abdomen in fear, but still, the hard floor struck it with sharp pain. This child was unexpected, but because of him, there was a glimmer of hope in my bleak life. I trembled as I said, “My baby! Jude, my stomach hurts!” He stared at me coldly, his tone icy. “It’s all because of the post you made! Now Summer is being cursed on trending searches. Issue a statement immediately, saying we divorced long ago and you’re the ex-wife.” I clutched my lower abdomen and let out a bitter laugh. “Jude, don’t go too far. I can make the post, but only after we officially finalize the divorce.” Jude angrily smashed the couple’s ceramic mug on the dressing table. He pointed at my nose and yelled, “Joyce, don’t be ungrateful!” Ceramic shards cut my instep, and blood gushed out, quickly staining the floor red. Due to blood loss, I felt dizzy, and the only thought in my mind was that the baby must be okay! I grabbed Jude’s shirt corner and pleaded, “Please, my stomach hurts so much, take me to the hospital quickly!” Jude sneered and shook off my hand, saying coldly, “Stop acting. Do you think using the baby to threaten me still works? I’m tired of this trick long ago.” I closed my eyes and gave a bitter smile. Yes, ever since Summer appeared, I’ve been trapped in the darkest time of my life. At that time, Jude was almost constantly revolving around her. To save my marriage, I had to fake a pregnancy to trick Jude into coming home. At first, he believed it a few times. Later, Summer smiled and revealed a medical report, exposing the fact that I wasn’t pregnant at all. But after Jude left me in anger, I actually got pregnant. However, this time, when he saw my pregnancy report, he no longer cared. ***** Excessive blood loss caused the dizziness to intensify. I gritted my teeth and struggled to get up, but Jude, who just came back with the medicine, pressed me down. With a grim face, he sprinkled all the hemostatic powder on the wound. The intense pain made me scream, and cold sweat instantly soaked my entire back. He casually tossed the empty bottle aside and coldly warned, “Don’t play tricks. Until you explain clearly, you’re not going anywhere.” I wanted to explain, but the injury on my foot not only didn’t ease but also caused chills all over, and the sinking feeling in my lower abdomen grew stronger. Terrified, I grabbed the medicine bottle to check and found it wasn’t for stopping bleeding at all. “This isn’t a hemostatic medicine!” I threw the bottle away with trembling hands. Jude’s face turned pale instantly. Realizing things were out of control, he quickly stepped forward to help me out the door. His Maybach was parked at the doorstep. That car had only ever been used to drive Summer to and from work. Usually, I could only drive the old Ford. Jude once said that since I often needed to go to the hospital for check-ups, it wasn’t suitable to drive such an expensive car. Summer’s health was fragile, and driving that old car wasn’t good for her. This time, he hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn’t say anything to belittle me. When he opened the passenger door for me, I instinctively sat in the back seat. There was only one reason. The passenger seat was blatantly decorated with a cartoon sticker saying “Mr. Rivers’ Precious Seat.” Jude coughed awkwardly. “Summer is just a kid.” I held my lower abdomen and nodded calmly. “Mm, I understand. Go ahead and drive.” Jude pressed his lips together, seemingly displeased with my reaction. He drove towards the hospital, glancing at my expression countless times through the rearview mirror along the way. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, enduring the pain. The car got onto the highway, but Jude suddenly received a video call from Summer.

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The day I, Violet Locke, had a miscarriage, I unexpectedly received a video call from Andrew Chase from five years ago. In the video, Andrew from five years ago, with a trembling and excited voice, proposed to me, asking if I would marry him. After marrying him, he would skip our anniversary for his first love, Tessa Stevens, during her period. He would leave me, passed out from appendicitis pain, on the highway for Tessa’s minor cold. He even forced me to go bungee jumping to vent for Tessa, causing my miscarriage. So I shook my head, my tone indifferent. “I don’t want to.” ***** “Violet, using menstrual blood to fake a miscarriage? You’re disgusting.” On the other end of the line, Andrew mocked coldly, “I suggest you drop those petty schemes for attention. Tessa is pure-hearted. If you dare pull this again, we’ll get a divorce.” He finished speaking and hung up harshly. I opened my mouth but couldn’t say a word. A sharp pain struck my lower abdomen. I instinctively reached out, but touching my flat stomach, I couldn’t stop the sting in my nose. Three hours ago, there was a living little life here. Because I refused to give the design I worked on for half a month to Tessa for the competition, Andrew ignored my cries and struggles and forced me, who has severe acrophobia, to go bungee jumping just to vent for Tessa. After being rescued by the staff, my lower abdomen started to hurt, and blood had already soaked through my skirt. But Andrew didn’t even glance at me, carrying the fainted Tessa and walking away. He killed my child with his own hands and completely destroyed my love for him. After reviewing the final clause of the divorce agreement, I sent it to the lawyer. Just as I was about to get up, my previously black screen phone lit up again—it was a video call from Andrew. With the intention of discussing divorce matters, I answered the call. A five-years-younger Andrew appeared on the video screen, with a proposal flower wall behind him. His eyes were red, and he choked up as he asked me, “Violet, today marks our 1825th day together. Will you marry me?” Looking at my still-living parents in the video background, I felt a wave of dizziness and almost clenched my teeth in hatred. Andrew deliberately targeted my pain. To provoke me, he actually dug out the recordings from that time. I said coldly, “Andrew, this joke isn’t funny.” Andrew’s face turned pale instantly, and he said lines that weren’t in the recording. “What joke? Violet, didn’t you promise me that if I got the company on track at 25, you’d marry me?” As he spoke, he revealed the white rose-shaped tattoo on his wrist. The sarcasm I was about to say got stuck in my throat. A strange thought popped into my mind. This might really be the 25-year-old Andrew who still loves me. Because in the second year after our marriage, Andrew removed this tattoo and replaced it with a French phrase: “To my one and only in this life, Tessa.” ***** Five years ago, Andrew loved me madly. He was a poor student sponsored by our family, hardworking and ambitious. When he pursued me, he didn’t know I was a rich girl. After meeting each other’s parents, he knelt before my mom and dad, thanking them for letting their daughter marry him and promising to make me the happiest woman after marriage. This proposal was also because, during my studies abroad, I was surrounded by many peers from wealthy families. Andrew was insanely jealous. Right after closing a million-dollar deal at the company, he couldn’t wait to propose to me over video. At that time, I was abroad, crying in front of the camera as I said yes. However, six months later, I graduated and returned home for the wedding. A year later, Tessa appeared as a new designer at the onboarding presentation of Andrew’s subsidiary. Two years later, he argued with me for the 160th time because of her. Three years later, he bought her a villa in the city center. Four years later, Tessa accused me of giving her infertility drugs. Andrew didn’t believe my explanation and, to retaliate, took a multimillion-dollar order from Locke Group. Locke Group went completely bankrupt, and my parents eventually jumped to their deaths. Five years later, Andrew used money to elevate Tessa to become the hottest top designer in the country and personally backed her, accusing my portfolio of being a complete copy of Tessa’s. Since then, I was blacklisted in the design industry. And today, I lost my only child. ***** Andrew’s love is the most delicious poison I’ve ever tasted in my life. Now my soul is already riddled with scars. If I had another chance, I wouldn’t want Andrew anymore. “Don’t stay silent, I’m really scared. Wait for me, I’ll book a flight to find you right now.” 25-year-old Andrew was frantic. I just looked at him and smiled faintly. I said, “Andrew, can you ask me one more time?” Andrew burst into tears of joy. “Violet, today marks our 1825th day together. Will you marry me?” In his expectant gaze, I raised the iPad towards the camera, showing hundreds of intimate photos of him at 30 with Tessa. Then, I shook my head, my tone indifferent. “I don’t want to.” “25-year-old Andrew, I am 30-year-old Violet. You may not want to believe it, but the truth is, I am planning to divorce 30-year-old you.” “Because you didn’t keep the vows you made at our wedding. You let me down for another woman.” Hearing this, the light in 25-year-old Andrew’s eyes gradually faded.

A few seconds later, 25-year-old Andrew tightened his face and shook his head. “I don’t believe it, you’re lying to me.” I let out a soft laugh. If it were the 25-year-old me, I probably wouldn’t believe it either. “You will believe it,” I said calmly. At this moment, 30-year-old Andrew pushed the door open and walked in. He glanced around suspiciously. “Who are you talking to?” I looked away, my tone indifferent. “I’m handing over work to a colleague.” Since Andrew accused me of plagiarizing Tessa’s design, I was fired by the company. He coughed awkwardly and handed over the cake he was holding, his tone softening unconsciously. “This is from Tessa. She said girls feel better during their period if they eat something sweet.” I neither moved nor accepted it. A low murmur came through the earphones, “How could he forget? Sweet food only makes Violet’s period pain worse.” Andrew in front of me had already opened the cake box, revealing a taro mousse cake filled with mango chunks. He shoved the fork into my hand and urged, “Hurry up and eat. Tessa was so worried about you that she didn’t even eat properly today.” I held the fork, expressionless, and spoke at the same time as the voice in the earphones, “I’m allergic to mangoes and hate taro the most.” Andrew froze, looking a bit flustered and angry. He scowled. “Whatever, you’re already a 30-year-old woman and still this picky.” At that moment, Tessa called, and his expression instantly softened with affection. “Be good, wait for me.” After saying that, he turned and left without looking back. An hour later, I saw the photo Tessa posted on Instagram. At the racetrack, she held the championship trophy, sitting in Andrew’s arms, smiling freely. Her caption read: [He said, both he and the championship trophy belong to me.] I gave it a like. A muffled voice came through the headphones. “Violet, why aren’t you angry?” I didn’t answer, picked up the cake on the table, and threw it straight into the trash. But I still had an allergic reaction. Late at night, my whole body started itching. The allergy medicine at home was gone, so I had to take a cab to the hospital, only to run into Andrew. He frowned and asked me, “Why didn’t you reply to my messages?” I unlocked my phone and realized he had sent over a dozen messages after I liked the post, explaining that Tessa only made that post because she lost a game. What a lousy lie. I couldn’t be bothered to expose him, so I casually brushed it off, “I fell asleep and didn’t see it.” He stared at the redness on my cheek, seemingly worried. “Didn’t you skip the cake? How did you get an allergic reaction?” The doctor behind me explained, “Being in the same air as the allergen can also cause a reaction.” Andrew instinctively rubbed his fingers, seeming like he wanted to say something, but then Tessa’s soft call came from the ward behind, “Andrew?” Andrew immediately left me and went inside. I scoffed at myself, grabbed the medicine, and turned to leave. Downstairs, I ran into a heavy rainstorm and couldn’t get a cab. Andrew pulled up beside me in his car. Tessa was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing the jacket I bought for Andrew as his 24th birthday gift. In my earphones came a gritted voice, “He’s a jerk!” I found it noisy and casually turned down the volume. Tessa leaned out, looking surprised. “Violet? Why didn’t you let Andrew drive you to the hospital? I just have a slight cough, and he insisted on coming with me for a checkup.” She pouted playfully and looked at Andrew. “I already told you I’m fine.” Andrew gently pinched her nose. “You’re about to join the international designer competition; you can’t afford to have any health issues.” Then he glanced at me and said curtly, “Stop being dramatic. Get in the car.” It’s late at night and hard to get a cab, so I nodded, opened the car door, and got into the back seat, only to find a pair of black lace panties. “Ah! How did this get here?” Tessa’s face turned red as she grabbed it, then pinched Andrew’s waist hard and whispered, “Didn’t you say you put it away?” She blamed him with her words, but her eyes fixed on me, full of provocation and pride. Andrew seemed flustered for a moment when he saw the panties, then took them and casually tossed them into the glove compartment. Tessa then remembered to explain to me, “Violet, don’t overthink it. I had an urgent interview tonight and was in such a rush changing that I accidentally left it behind.” I nodded calmly. “Mm, I understand.” Andrew didn’t expect me to accept such a flawed excuse so calmly. With my usual temper, I would have already had a big fight with him. He carefully added, “Tessa did have an interview today.” “No need to explain. I understand,” I interrupted, signaling him to relax. Andrew got angry. After dropping me off downstairs, he drove away with Tessa at full speed. On my way upstairs, the silent headphones suddenly spoke again, “I’ve never liked Tessa, so why does that jerk treat her like a treasure?” I chuckled, “Because you said Tessa is clean and pure, unlike me and my parents, full of rich people’s arrogance.” In the headphones, 25-year-old Andrew stayed silent for a long time before finally cursing fiercely, “That’s all bullshit.” If my parents were greedy merchants, Andrew wouldn’t have been able to marry me in the first place. It’s all just an excuse he made for his betrayal. “So, give up proposing to me,” I said softly. “Are you wondering why 30-year-old Andrew dares to bully me like this? Because Locke Group went bankrupt, and my parents were driven to death by him.” I slowly unfolded the abortion surgery form and continued, “I’m not on my period today; I had a miscarriage because he forced me to go bungee jumping.”

Andrew went offline in the headset, like a deserter. I thought everything would end there, but to my surprise, I woke up the next day to find myself trending. The trending topic was “Andrew will always only love Violet.” All my friends came to congratulate me, saying Andrew had finally changed his mind and I could be at ease. But my heart sank to the bottom. Because 25-year-old Andrew came online. He laughed smugly through the headphones, “Honey, did you see the trending topic I booked?” “You think this can change everything?” I responded coldly, “You’ll see the consequences soon.” Within ten minutes, that trending topic was forcibly removed. Replacing it was a brand-new entry, “Andrew and Tessa are true love.” Meanwhile, my phone was almost blown up by Andrew’s calls. It wasn’t until I held the divorce papers and arrived downstairs at his company that I finally pressed the answer button. On the other end of the line, he started yelling furiously, “Violet! Don’t you think playing these tricks is disgusting? You know Tessa is in the prime of her career, yet you smear her? How could there be such a filthy, shameless woman like you! Let me tell you, if you keep this nonsense up, let’s just get a divorce!” This is the sentence I was waiting for. Afraid he might change his mind, I quickly said, “Alright, I’m downstairs at your company. Let’s get a divorce.” ***** I waited for him in the café downstairs. What I got instead was his sudden, furious outburst. “Violet, you’re truly despicable!” He stormed in, in front of all the customers, and kicked me hard in the stomach. As I was in so much pain I nearly passed out, he grabbed my hair and yanked me up. He played Tessa’s newly sent voice message right by my ear. “Andrew, Max was stolen by Violet. There’s so much blood and dog fur on the ground. I’m so scared. Max was a keepsake from my grandma. I’m willing to apologize to Violet. Please, I beg you, ask her to return Max to me, okay?” A metallic taste filled my throat as I weakly explained, “I didn’t steal her dog.” What I got in return was an even angrier slap from Andrew. He pointed at me and roared, “Tessa is so kind, would she lie? You’ve done everything to bully and hurt her, and now you’re pretending to want a divorce from me? A gold-digger like you, would you really leave me?” My cheek swelled up badly from the slap. A guest wanted to step in and stop him, but Andrew picked up a cup of scalding coffee and poured it over my head. As I screamed in pain, he told the others, “She’s a mistress, not only seducing me but also stealing my lover’s dog.” His confident tone drew the sympathy of others in the café. “So she’s a shameless mistress. Serves her right!” “Slut! Beat her to death! Better strip her clothes off and throw her out!” ***** In the headphones, Andrew went crazy, shouting shakily, “Impossible, it shouldn’t be like this. Violet, run!” I turned in pain, trying to escape, but was firmly pinned down by the bodyguards he brought. He said, “You’re not leaving until you tell me where Tessa’s dog is.” After he finished speaking, I was roughly shoved into the car by the bodyguards. The vehicle eventually stopped at the cemetery. Andrew grabbed my hair, forcing me to kneel on the ground. Not far away, an excavator was parked beside my parents’ tombstone. My eyes were red. “I didn’t steal the dog!” Tessa appeared in a white dress, tears in her eyes. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, but she pretended to look pitiful. “Violet, please tell me where Max is, okay?” She cried so hard she almost fainted in Andrew’s arms, but the corners of her mouth curved in triumph. She knew I couldn’t possibly give an answer. Andrew’s eyes darkened as he snarled, “This is the price for hurting Tessa. Start digging!” “No!” I struggled desperately, screaming at Andrew, “I really don’t know where her dog went, it wasn’t me.” “Still not talking?” Andrew’s face turned completely dark as he stared at my hands, saying word by word, “Since it was these filthy hands of yours, then let’s ruin them.” A chill instantly ran through my entire body. If my hands are ruined, I’ll never be able to hold a paintbrush again. My hands were pinned by the security guards as Andrew raised the knife at me with a vicious expression. In the headphones, 25-year-old Andrew completely broke down. “Violet, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have proposed to you.” As soon as he finished speaking, everything around instantly changed dramatically. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the Locke Manor.

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My name is Isabel Rogers. My best friend Freya Gordon yelled at a pregnant woman in the front row on the train for snoring, shouting, “You sleep like a pig. Even your husband would find you disgusting!” “I am Isabel Rogers, a student at New York University. You’ll never get in your whole life!” In my previous life, when I went home during the holidays, I ran into Freya. She said she wanted to see the view outside and swapped seats with me. The pregnant woman in front of her was snoring loudly, so she used my identity to deliberately humiliate her, which led to an argument and caused her to miscarry accidentally. Freya sneered on the side, “It’s better that your child is gone, saves them from suffering with someone as poor as you!” Later, the pregnant woman’s husband came to the school to confront me. “You’re the bitch who caused my wife to miscarry. I’ll kill you!” In the end, he killed me with a knife. Only then did I realize that Freya had impersonated me and planned all this to take my spot for a fully funded study abroad opportunity. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Freya wanted to switch seats with me. Before being killed, I saw Freya looking at me with pity and saying, “Isabel, your death is worth it. After all, with you gone, I can get your fully funded study abroad spot. In your next life, don’t be this stupid again.” I watched myself bleed to death. I never thought that my best friend of over twenty years would frame me, all for a chance to study abroad. When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to find myself back on the day Freya wanted to switch seats with me. I glanced at my watch; in half an hour, that pregnant woman would have a miscarriage. “Isabel, I want to see the view outside. It doesn’t matter where you sit. How about we switch?” Freya walked over, smiling at me. In my previous life, I really didn’t care where I sat, so I agreed to switch seats with her. I sat in her seat and started sleeping. To sleep well, I even took two melatonin pills and didn’t wake up until the final stop. But I never expected her to argue with the pregnant woman in my name. “You sleep like a pig. Even your husband would feel disgusted seeing you!” “I am Isabel Rogers, a student at New York University. You could never get in your whole life!” Freya complained about the loud snoring of the pregnant woman in front, Melody Reeds, and kept provoking her with words. Melody woke up, looking exhausted and annoyed, and snapped back, “Who are you to boss me around? I’m not snoring on purpose. Do you really have to be so petty?” Freya let out a cold laugh and raised her voice. “This is a public place! Please be mindful and give your baby some proper prenatal education, so they don’t end up as uncivilized as you.” “Besides, I am Isabel Rogers, a student at New York University. If you disrupt my rest and affect my studies, can you afford to compensate me?” Freya repeated my name again, deliberately emphasizing it to leave a stronger impression on Melody. Melody, already in a bad mood due to her pregnancy, was infuriated by Freya. She stood up and pointed at Freya, yelling, “So what if you got into a good university? Does that give you the right to bully people?” “Isabel, right? I’ll remember you! I’ll make you pay for this!” But Freya became even more outrageous, kicking Melody directly in the stomach. Seeing Melody bleeding, Freya calmly took out two bills from her bag, threw them on the ground, and sneered, “It’s better if this child dies, saves them from suffering with someone as poor as you.” After saying that, she picked up her luggage and got off the train early. After Melody’s miscarriage, she was heartbroken and had her husband come to my school to confront me. Completely unaware, I was stabbed several times by him on the spot and bled to death. In the end, Freya used my public-funded study abroad spot and successfully changed her fate. Since I am fortunate to be reborn, I will never let her manipulate me like before.

I gave her a deep look. “No, Freya, my eyes feel strained from reading. I just want to look outside to ease the fatigue.” After speaking, I even rubbed my temples. Freya wanted to say something, but seeing me close my eyes and lean back in the chair, she finally sighed and returned to her seat. Seeing her sit down, I let out a long sigh of relief. This time I didn’t switch seats with her. She won’t cause any more trouble, right? I kept my eyes fixed on Melody in front. All the way to the final stop, Melody only got up twice to use the restroom, and nothing unusual happened. I glanced with satisfaction at the paper I had been writing all the way, then saved it. It seems this time I finally changed my fate. After arriving at the station, I got up, grabbed my luggage, and stepped off the train. After a wonderful holiday at home, I pulled my suitcase and got ready to return to school. Freya cheerfully followed me back to school again. Unlike the previous life, this time she had a different hairstyle. I suddenly had a bad feeling. I couldn’t help but ask, “Freya, why did you cut your hair?” She shrugged. “I like it. The static in winter is too much, so I cut it for a fresher look.” As soon as the words fell, a furious roar suddenly came from the school gate, “Who is Isabel? Get out here!” The husband of the pregnant woman on the train, Peter Reeds, was shouting curses at the school gate, his fierce gaze scanning the girls passing by. “Why are you looking for Isabel? We just started school, she hasn’t returned yet.” A few bold classmates came out to watch. Peter shouted with red-rimmed eyes, “She deliberately provoked my wife! Caused her to miscarry! I want her life in return!” “That was our IVF baby! We were always so careful when traveling, but then we ran into that bitch on the train!” “She hit my wife! My wife held back and didn’t fight back, but when we got to the final stop, we found she was bleeding heavily!” As he spoke, he suddenly sat on the ground, wiping his tears in sorrow. “Isabel is the goddess of our school, how could she do such a thing?” Some classmates around looked at Peter in disbelief. Freya said, “Isabel, look at all those people over there. Let’s go check it out too.” I was about to leave, but she firmly dragged me toward Peter. Her voice was so loud that it instantly grabbed everyone’s attention. Peter spotted us in the crowd at once, and my heart sank suddenly. He was coming straight for me. But this time, I didn’t switch seats with Freya. Why did he still come looking for me? “Are you Isabel?” Peter glared at Freya aggressively. “No, not me! She’s Isabel!” Freya quickly waved her hands in fear and pushed me in front of Peter. Peter looked me up and down, then slowly reached into his pocket. I knew he had a sharp knife in his pocket. In my previous life, I died by his knife.

So, I lunged forward and firmly grabbed his hand. I said, “I am Isabel! You claim I caused your wife to miscarry, but shouldn’t you provide some evidence?” “As long as you can provide evidence, I’ll go to the police station and turn myself in immediately!” Saying that, I glanced at him. He sneered, “Evidence? You think I came unprepared?” Saying that, Peter took out his phone and played a video. His wife Melody was video calling Peter while she ran to the bathroom to vomit due to morning sickness. Suddenly, a burst of cursing came from outside, “Are you stalling because the baby died in your belly?” When she opened the door, the people outside started yelling at Melody for staying in the bathroom too long and delaying others. Peter got furious upon hearing that and immediately started screen recording, asking Melody to point the phone camera at the woman yelling at her. I glanced at the beginning and pointed at Freya, saying, “The person in this video isn’t me, it’s Freya!” “My hair is short, she’s the one with long hair.” Freya said, “Isabel, you did something wrong, and now you want me to take the blame?” She quickly pulled off her hat, her neat short hair fluttering in the wind. Peter said, “I don’t think you’re a good person, trying to frame others. Think carefully about all the awful things she’s done before!” He glanced at Freya’s hair, then at me, and continued playing the video. But the woman in the video was wrapped tightly, her face almost indistinguishable, and her voice was faint and unclear, only barely recognizable as a long-haired woman. “Who do you think you are? How dare you curse my child?” Melody’s hand froze on her belly as she pointed at Freya, trembling with anger. “I’m a student at New York University, Isabel Rogers! You should feel lucky to even talk to me.” Freya smugly shoved her hands into her pockets, her gaze full of provocation. Melody noted the name, stopped arguing with her, and turned to head to her seat. Freya, seeing Melody ignore her, angrily slapped her directly. A deep bloody mark appeared on Melody’s face. Melody was about to fight back when Freya kicked her in the stomach, causing cold sweat to break out on her forehead from the pain. “You still dare to say it wasn’t you? Same hairstyle, same glasses!” Peter stared intently at the screen, then looked at me, his eyes bloodshot. Freya shot me a disdainful glance. “Isabel, you’re usually selfish and mean, complaining to me at home about the pregnant woman in front being annoying and snoring too loudly. I never thought you’d actually beat her to the point of miscarriage!” “Stop being stubborn! Pay what you owe and apologize!” Freya gave me a disgusted look. Peter said, “I don’t want money, I want your life!” His eyes were bloodshot as he pulled a knife from his pocket and lunged at me. I recalled the video on my phone and raised Freya’s hand high. I quickly said, “It wasn’t me who caused your wife to miscarry, it was her! I have evidence! The person in the video wore a ring when they slashed your wife’s face.” “Freya is wearing the exact same ring as in the video, and I never wear any jewelry!”

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I have a good friend, Elena Cooper, who insists on being against marriage. However, when she accompanied me to undergo IVF, she snatched the sperm I had chosen. Seeing this, I knew she had been reborn too. In my past life, I wanted to have a mixed-race baby, so I went for IVF. At that time, Elena mocked me, saying I was raising a child for a foreigner and called me an idiot. But half a month later, I was taken abroad. It turned out the sperm I chose belonged to Andrew Miller, a foreign prince with eight nationalities mixed. Andrew not only wanted to marry me but also promised our child would inherit the royal family. Later, my child and I were highly valued by the royal family, and the jewelry I wore was so much it almost bent my waist. Meanwhile, Elena, due to excessively promoting feminism, angered her partners, got fired by the company, and was blacklisted in the entire industry. When we were hosting a first birthday party for my son, Elena spent all her savings on a ticket to come find me. But when I went to greet her, she actually dropped my son to his death and splashed concentrated sulfuric acid on me. She cursed, “Why are you so lucky? You don’t deserve it, you bitch!” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I asked Elena to accompany me for IVF. ***** Elena said, “I really want to have a mixed-race baby, so I want this mixed-race sperm.” She always claimed to be against marriage and said having kids was a waste of life. But now, she pushed me away, not letting me get close to the iPad displaying the sperm information. Seeing Elena’s excited expression, I knew she had been reborn too. Seeing me staring at the iPad in her hand without speaking, Elena rolled her eyes impatiently. She said, “It’s just a mixed-race sperm. There are other sperm here too. As a good friend, why are you so petty?” “You don’t even know the information about this sperm donor. I’m helping you eliminate risks.” If Elena could control her smile, her words might be a bit more believable. But her eyes were full of excitement, unable to hide her smile. I shook my head, then suddenly, as if I had figured it out, said, “Elena, I think you’re right. Having kids is a waste of life. So, I’m not planning to have any.” Hearing my words, Elena looked at me in confusion. “Really? But didn’t you insist on having a child before because you knew who the owner of this sperm was?” Elena thought I wanted to have a child because I knew the identity of the sperm donor, but she didn’t know I was just trying to complete the task my mom assigned me. I had no idea that sperm belonged to Andrew. As if discovering a secret, Elena’s eyes widened, and her cheeks turned red with excitement. Hearing me say I wouldn’t proceed with the IVF, the staff looked a bit shocked. She reminded me, “Ms. Sanchez, you already paid a $30,000 deposit when booking your slot. If you want to book again, it’ll cost $100,000. Are you sure you don’t want to go through with it?” I quickly shook my head and firmly said, “I’m sure.” Hearing me say that, Elena immediately told the staff to bring the contract quickly. As for the part about explaining IVF precautions and risk notifications, she skipped it entirely. Elena said, “I’m just having a child. I have a feeling the father of my child will be someone important. As long as I give birth to him, I’ll have endless wealth for a lifetime.” I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. Of course, I knew why she was so confident. That’s because in my previous life, after choosing this sperm, Andrew found me half a month later and took me back to his country for a grand wedding, while her life kept getting worse. Elena attributed the difference between her and my experiences to a matter of opportunity. So in this life, the first thing she did was snatch the sperm I was going to choose and become a princess. Soon, Elena signed the contract. As soon as she walked out of the lab, she sent her resignation to the company. I looked at her in surprise. Elena, however, sneered and said, “I have a feeling that it won’t be long before I reach the peak of my life.” “You don’t plan to have kids and only have a low-paying job, so just wait to be someone who works hard their whole life.” After saying that, she turned and left without hesitation, then took a cab to a luxury mall. Watching Elena’s smug back, I couldn’t help but laugh. In my heart, I said, “Elena, do you want to be a princess? Then I wish you well. When you learn the truth, I hope you can still laugh like you did today.”

After Elena resigned, all her work was assigned to me by our boss. While I was busy, my colleagues suddenly exclaimed. A girl said, “Elena, you’re so different today.” I looked up and saw Elena walking into the office with designer bags in both hands. She proudly raised her head, touched her belly, and said, “This is nothing. My son is about to inherit a country.” Everyone immediately thought Elena had gone crazy. After all, previously in the company, no matter who was dating or getting married, Elena would always mock them. She thought those people were crazy and said having kids was not as worthwhile as investing in oneself. But in just a few days, Elena suddenly announced she was pregnant. However, when colleagues heard that Elena had already sold her house, they kindly advised her. A woman said, “How could someone with status donate sperm? Elena, don’t be fooled.” Elena immediately rolled her eyes. She said, “Do you think I’m as dumb as Athena? How could I possibly not know who the father is and still go for IVF?” “If I had her brains, I would have been ashamed enough to kill myself.” Then, Elena took a stack of invitations out of her bag and tossed them onto my desk. She said, “In five days, my husband will come to pick me up. Come to this location, and I’ll show you the world.” After saying that, she turned and left with an arrogant expression. Everyone was already busy with work, and her commotion made them all very upset. A female colleague said, “Athena, isn’t Elena your good friend? Has she gone crazy? How could she imagine a wealthy husband?” “Besides, how much money could someone who donates sperm have? Where does her strong sense of superiority come from?” Another female colleague chimed in, “She even sold her house and bought a bunch of luxury clothes and bags. How will she raise her child later? When I was preparing for pregnancy before, she even scolded me.” Elena’s behavior annoyed everyone, and they all urged me to cut ties with someone so irrational. But not long after, Elena shared a high-end hotel’s location in the company group chat. She also sent a message: [This Saturday, my husband will host a banquet here. Make sure to come. This is one of your rare chances to experience high society.] Everyone didn’t expect that Elena had truly become distinguished and was living a superior life. That high-end hotel is famously expensive in the entire city. Even a bottle of mineral water there can sell for thousands of dollars. Elena’s Instagram is full of photos showing off her wealth, and she even tagged me in every single one. In the photos, she’s wearing custom-made luxury jewelry, smiling smugly. A trace of gloom flashed in my eyes, and I let out a cold snort. I said to myself, “Go ahead and laugh. It won’t be long before you can’t.” That Saturday, my coworkers dragged me to the hotel. A female colleague said, “I don’t believe Elena could be so lucky to pick a billionaire’s sperm. She was so arrogant slandering you before. We have to go and see.” As soon as we arrived at the hotel entrance, we saw a photo of Elena with a foreign man. When she saw me, Elena smugly clung to the man’s arm and walked toward me. She said, “Isn’t this my broke little friend? I thought you wouldn’t come.” “After all, you don’t have my eye for spotting wealth, so you couldn’t pick the right sperm for IVF. You must be really jealous of me, right?” Elena’s eyes are indeed “sharp,” so sharp that she didn’t even notice the man beside her had no love in his gaze for her. So, I smiled faintly and said, “No, I’m really happy for you.”

Elena formally introduced her husband to us, the foreign prince Andrew. She said, “My husband said as soon as my child is born, he’ll make him the heir. You still have time to win my favor.” “Otherwise, with just one word from me, your company will go bankrupt. Athena, by then, you’ll be out of a job too.” Everyone could clearly sense that something was wrong. However, Elena was still immersed in her dream. Colleague Sophie Hall pulled me aside while Elena was showing off to the other colleagues. She said, “What prince would donate sperm? Besides, their hierarchy is so strict, how could they let a prince marry a foreign woman and have their child inherit the throne?” However, Andrew was indeed very generous to Elena. Elena just threw a tantrum, feeling that her jewelry was too light. In just half an hour, a haute couture designer personally arrived on-site to design and create jewelry for her. Seeing everyone’s envious looks, Elena became even more smug. In my past life, Andrew treated me the same way. I just had a little morning sickness, but he got so nervous and called the world’s top doctors with a single phone call. But, like Sophie, I was very confused inside. Andrew and I had never met before. How could he treat me so well just because I was carrying his child? Even the entire royal family treated me like a treasure? I’m just an ordinary person. Besides carrying Andrew’s child, there’s nothing about me that deserves their special attention. So, I kept paying attention secretly and finally discovered that secret. Unfortunately, Elena is now lost in the sweet trap of sudden wealth and has no mind to think further. A kind colleague advised her to be careful, but she scolded that colleague. She said, “You’re just jealous of me. I’m beautiful, independent, and smart. What’s wrong with my husband falling in love with me at first sight?” Andrew also made a heartfelt confession to Elena in front of all of us in broken English. He gently stroked Elena’s belly, but his eyes revealed a hint of madness that only I noticed. Seeing me staring at Andrew, Elena got angry instantly. She rushed over, pushed me down, and angrily threw her shoe at my face, hitting my forehead. Elena scolded, “Athena, how shameless can you be? Why are you staring at my husband?” Just as she was about to keep hitting me, Andrew sternly restrained her. He said, “You’re pregnant, you can’t mess around. If the baby is gone, I’ll kill you.” Everyone could see that, in Andrew’s eyes, the baby was clearly more important than Elena. But Elena truly has something wrong with her mind. She said, “See how much my husband loves me. He even said he’d kill me if we lost our child. He values our fruit of love so much.” When she mentioned “fruit of love,” Andrew’s eyes clearly revealed strong disgust. While Elena was being held by Andrew, my colleagues quickly helped me up. They originally wanted to scold Elena, but since she really seemed to be becoming a princess, they didn’t dare. In the end, I waved my hand and said, “Let’s not bother with her.” I silently added in my heart, “Because nine months later, she will live in great pain.”

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I, Rebecca Greene, let my sister Emily Greene go to my haute couture dress shop to pick a wedding dress. Before leaving, she was stopped by the intern Stella Fuller, who demanded three million dollars for the dress. Helpless, she had to mention my name. “I’m the boss’s younger sister, I don’t need to pay for the dress.” Stella rolled her eyes. “Don’t lie to me. Our boss doesn’t even have a sister!” “Looks like you can’t afford it, huh?” With that, she directly blocked Emily, looking impatient. “I’ll give you one last chance: either pay up immediately, or I’ll tear your dress right now and make you walk out naked!” Emily was stunned and hurriedly called me. When I rushed to the store in a panic, I heard Mila Brown, the store manager who had worked with me for years, respectfully standing behind Stella and warning Emily, “I suggest you be smart. The woman in front of you is our boss’s wife!” “Cross her, and you won’t end well!” Before the words finished, Stella stepped on Emily’s face and looked down, saying, “You actually dared to impersonate me? You’ve got some nerve!” My hand froze on the doorknob. Then, I immediately cut off the access to my husband Vincent Simpson’s supplementary card and dialed his number. I angrily said, “Have I been too good to you? Or have I given you too much money, letting you afford to keep a woman outside?” ***** When I received Emily’s call, I was about to drive back to the dress shop. I asked in confusion, “What did you say? That new intern Stella Fuller claimed she’s the wife of the shop owner?” I smiled and shook my head. “Didn’t you tell her you’re my sister?” The next second, a crisp slap sound came through the phone, followed by Emily’s scream. I realized something was wrong and immediately shouted her name into the phone. But what responded to me was Stella’s ranting. “This shop belongs to my husband!” “Wouldn’t I know if my husband had a sister?” Mila’s voice followed closely, laced with a mocking tone. “Let me tell you the truth.” “Today, you’ve messed with the wrong person.” “This shop belongs to Mr. Simpson, and the woman in front of you is his wife!” “If you want to skip the bill, at least come up with a decent excuse!” Their arrogant conversation made me feel a bit uneasy. On our wedding anniversary a week ago, Vincent, who never gets involved in my dress shop business, suddenly begged me for a favor. He said, “A neighbor’s daughter from my hometown just graduated from college and can’t find a job. “Her mom reached out to me the other day asking for help. Remembering our old ties, I agreed right away. “Honey, can she work at your shop?” As if afraid I might refuse, he hurriedly raised four fingers and swore to me. He said, “I promise, this girl is really smart and hardworking. “You’ll definitely be satisfied!” I didn’t think much and agreed. I sent Stella’s information to my most trusted Mila. At that moment, Emily’s call was suddenly cut off, and the last thing I heard was Stella’s angry yelling. Thinking of this, I quickly asked the driver to drive while pulling up the store’s surveillance footage. The image gradually became clear. At this moment, Emily was being violently pinned to the ground by Stella, slapped one after another. Emily hit while saying, “You wore clothes from our store without paying, this is theft!” “Women like you who only know how to steal deserve a beating!” Emily struggled desperately but still couldn’t resist Stella’s brute force. What made me even angrier was that Mila, who had been with me for three years, had now become Stella’s accomplice. She crouched beside Emily, flipping through the ledger nonstop. She said, “I just roughly calculated the accounts from the past three months. “This b*tch took over a dozen dresses from our store, worth a total of millions of dollars.” Hearing this, Stella’s anger instantly exploded. She grabbed Emily by the neck. “You say you’re my husband’s sister? “What sister? “What’s your relationship? Before I came to the store, how much more did you take from here?” The scene made me tremble with anger. Seeing Emily’s swollen cheeks, my heart ached, and I could barely breathe. At the same time, I called Vincent. I want to ask him why the so-called sensible sister he mentioned has now turned into a shrew and even dares to impersonate me. The call was quickly answered. Vincent’s tone was cheerful. “Honey, shouldn’t you be working on your design sketches at this time?” “How do you have time to call me?” “Miss me?” I took a deep breath and said coldly, “Vincent, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Stella?” “Why is she claiming to be your wife?” The other side suddenly went silent, so quiet that I could only hear his heavy breathing and the sound of static. This silence completely ignited my anger. I spoke bluntly, “Vincent, answer me!” “Have I been too lenient with you? Giving you the time and money to keep another woman outside?” Vincent chuckled lightly. “Rebecca, after all these years of marriage, do you still not trust me?” “Alright, I don’t have time to joke with you now. I have a meeting to attend.” After saying that, he hung up the phone. When I called back, it was already unreachable.

At this moment, anger consumed all my reason. Without any hesitation, I immediately dialed the secretary’s number. “Cancel Vincent’s vice president position and have him pack up and leave immediately.” “And also, freeze his secondary card access immediately.” I’ve always loved designing dresses, but I can’t manage both the company and the dress shop at the same time. Thankfully, with Vincent’s help, I had the energy to focus on what I love. To thank him, I promoted him to vice president of the company despite opposition from other managers. I even gave him a supplementary credit card under my name, letting him use it freely. The beautiful memories of the past make me wonder if my actions just now were too impulsive. “Ms. Greene, we’ve arrived,” the driver’s voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I quickly pushed open the car door and rushed into the store. The few people inside were all stunned. Stella glared at me impatiently. “Who gave you permission to barge in like this?” “Don’t you even know how to knock?” I ignored her and walked straight toward Emily, who was curled up on the ground. She suddenly grabbed my hand, tears streaming down. “Rebecca, you’re finally here!” “What on earth is going on? Who exactly is Stella?” Her voice was weak, but Stella still heard it. She looked at me with more fierceness in her eyes. “You’re this bitch’s sister?” Mila was even more surprised. “Ms. Greene, I didn’t expect her to be your sister.” As she spoke, there was a hint of disdain. “I know you have talent in design, but you can’t just bring your family to take clothes from our store for free, can you?” I let out a cold snort, pretended to help Emily up, pointed at her injuries, and spoke coldly, “Did you do this?” Mila’s expression flickered, she swallowed and forced herself to stay calm, saying, “You should be glad I didn’t call the police to arrest her!” “Do you know how many haute couture dresses she stole from the store under your name?” “And she even dared to claim she’s Mr. Simpson’s sister!” At this point, she openly spat on the ground beside Emily. She cursed, “You’re shameless!” “Know your place, how dare you lie in front of the real Mrs. Simpson!” After being flattered like this, Stella’s expression grew even more arrogant. She first gave me a disdainful once-over, then fixed her gaze straight on my handbag. She demanded sharply, “Where did you get this bag?” I followed her gaze downward. “Do I need to explain to you?” “And also, who told you this store belongs to Vincent?” This dress shop was founded after I earned my first paycheck. I poured my heart and soul into this place. Suddenly, I realized the problem. “Is it because Vincent is the legal owner of this shop that you think it belongs to him?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “If that’s the case, then I need to clarify something. “This shop is…” “Answer me!” Stella suddenly interrupted me, “Where did this bag come from?” Her whole face turned red with anger. “Speak up! “Rebecca! Answer me!” Facing her questioning, I stood up straight. “This bag was a gift from my husband.” Stella angrily said, “You’re lying!” As she spoke, she grabbed my hair. “This bag is stolen by you!” “You thief!” “No wonder your sister dared to steal from my store! Turns out your whole family are thieves!” “Today, I’ll beat you two bitches to death!”

I worried about Emily getting hurt again, so I didn’t fight back fiercely, letting the nails scrape my cheek, leaving a few burning scratches. Seeing me injured, Emily ignored her own pain and fought back directly. I also seized the opportunity and slapped Stella hard a few times. Stella couldn’t take on the two of us. So she desperately shouted at Mila, “Are you blind?” “Didn’t you see them ganging up to bully me?” “Hurry up and help me!” Mila’s expression froze when her name was suddenly called, especially when she met my sharp gaze, her movements visibly hesitated. I said coldly, “Mila, you idiot!” “Did you forget who gave you Stella’s information?” “And also, since you started working here, have you seen any other leaders besides me?” Hearing this, Mila instantly became nervous. After hearing my words, Stella gradually stopped her actions. She gasped and said, “Stop talking nonsense!” “This store belongs to my husband, Vincent.” “If it weren’t for this, I wouldn’t have worked in a place like this!” But Mila said tremblingly, “However, back then, your information was given to me by Rebecca.” Since I started this dress shop, many people have rushed to apply because of the good benefits, including daughters of several business partners. But I turned them all down as unsuitable. The reason is simple, none of them submitted the required documents to me. So when Vincent sent Stella’s information, I agreed right away. The atmosphere in the shop suddenly became tense because of Mila’s words. She stepped back helplessly, with a hint of fear in her eyes. Meanwhile, Stella widened her eyes, breathing heavily. “What did you say?” “I understand!” She paused, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and shoved me hard into the clothing rack behind me while I was distracted. She stepped closer to me. “Speak! Are you seducing my husband behind my back?” “You bitch! So you’re the mistress!” Mila seemed to have an epiphany and blurted out, “So that’s it!” Stella snatched my bag and slammed it hard on the ground, but she still wasn’t satisfied. She even stepped on the bag. “This bag was supposed to be my birthday gift from Vincent!” “How did it end up being yours?” “You must have seduced him to make him give the gift to you!” “A homewrecker and a thief, you two really are sisters!” With Mila’s interference, I still had to protect Emily behind me, making it even harder to act. But Stella seemed to have caught on to this, constantly pulling my hair. I could even hear the sound of my scalp tearing. Suddenly, the door was flung open. A steady and authoritative voice rang out, “Stop it, all of you!” “Where is the caller Rebecca?”

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