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After signing the death insurance with my husband as the beneficiary, I got into a car accident not long after. During the wait for rescue, I found out that it was all orchestrated by my self-proclaimed best friend and husband. Even my daughter, who was never close to me and resented my strict parenting, turned out to be their child! Meanwhile, my biological child had been killed by them and replaced. I died with resentment and my spirit floated in the air, watching them enjoy the huge compensation and live carefree. I was filled with anger like a vengeful ghost. However, to my surprise, I was reincarnated on the day when the decision of my inheritance was made after my death. I laughed happily because in this life, I won't let their family fall apart and suffer.

I woke up from a car accident, my head pounding, to Ethan's hushed voice on the phone. Not sweet nothings to me, his injured fiancée, but a deal with his agent to steal my screenplay, "City of Echoes," and give it to A-lister Olivia Monroe. He planned to propose at the premiere, trap me with a ring, and erase me from the narrative of my own success, all for Olivia's comeback and his own glory. The agent, surprisingly, spilled the tea: my early career sacrifice to cover Ethan's plagiarism, and Olivia's involvement in the stress that led to my miscarriage, our baby now gone. Was my entire relationship a carefully woven web of lies, orchestrated by an ambitious man and a manipulative starlet? Then I saw that framed photo of me in Liam Sterling's office: a gesture of respect towards my writing. This realization made me start a new life plan: run, collaborate with Ethan's nemesis, and rewrite my history.

I clutched a vintage watch, my perfect anniversary gift, driving towards the hotel. Three years—three secret years with Ethan, my boyfriend, the man I believed saved my life. Tonight was meant to be the perfect surprise, a celebration of our love, our future. Then I saw him. Not alone, but cradling his disheveled ex, Sophia, dismissing my brother’s frantic warnings. My world shattered as Ethan’s cold words echoed: "Olivia? She was just a stand-in. Convenient." The earth tilted when Noah, my brother, burst out the truth: "That wasn’t even you, Ethan! Liam Peterson saved her!" The man I’d adored was a fraud. My three years, our "love" – a cruel charade built on a lie he'd actively perpetuated. He then let his toxic ex publicly humiliate me, accuse me, and even physically attack me, leaving me broken. All while he shielded her. How could I have been so blind? This wasn't just heartbreak; it was the obliteration of my entire reality. The hero I cherished, a coward. The love I believed in, a calculated lie. Why? What monstrous game were they playing? From the ashes of betrayal, a new fire ignited. Ethan Vance thought he’d broken me, but he’d only unleashed a Hayes. I moved to London, not just escaping, but prepared to reclaim my truth and forge a life that would burn brighter than any star.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the tenth anniversary of Ellie's Sweet Sensations, my beloved bakery. But amidst the flash of cameras and Dan's charming politician's smile, a cold knot tightened in my stomach. Late-night texts, a mysterious credit card charge from a boutique I'd never heard of, "Jolie's"... then I heard it, Dan cooing "Love you too, Maddie" into the phone. The perfect facade cracked; my husband was having an affair. The betrayal was bad enough, but then she popped up – Maddie Bell, young, blonde, influencer – flaunting my husband online. Vacation photos, the same necklace from Jolie's, and always always right next to my husband. Then I caught wind of THEIR baby. My carefully constructed world started crumbling as I came to terms with the stark reality: He wasn't just cheating; he was building a whole new life with her. I baked him that cake for our anniversary, knowing I'd soon be but a memory. Then, the ultimate slap – he was going to take Maddie home to meet his parents. The next day, she was at my doorstep feigning sympathy while my world burned. I couldn't stay with all of this on my plate. Not even for Liam. So I plotted my escape, a theatrical end: a staged car accident with me declared the victim. What kind? The one he causes. Was this revenge or survival? I thought it was both. But what would my story have in store? I started by documenting the full account of his disgusting deed in a diary I knew he would stumble on post-"mortem."

My three-year marriage to Ethan Vanderbilt, New York's golden heir, was a carefully managed illusion of high-society perfection. Publicly, we were the power couple; privately, our Park Avenue apartment echoed with cold silence. I had clung to the belief that, unlike other men in our rarefied circle, Ethan was at least impeccably discreet. That fragile peace shattered when I found an AmEx receipt from a Hamptons hotel I'd never visited. A quick call confirmed "Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt" had enjoyed a romantic weekend there. I, however, was not that Mrs. Vanderbilt. The betrayal felt like a cold knife twisting in my gut. Days later, the situation escalated horrifically when his college-aged mistress, Chloe, stormed my home with her screaming friends. She publicly denounced me as an "old, barren hag," claiming Ethan was leaving me for her, right before they physically assaulted me. When Ethan finally arrived, he didn't shield me; he shielded *her*, his little plaything. He actually told me Chloe was "just a kid" and that I, being "older," should "know better" than to cause a scene. To add insult to profound injury, he later casually mentioned he wouldn't even care if I sought my own "diversions." His blatant dismissal of my assault, my dignity, his casual cruelty, was more painful than the affair itself. He'd give me permission to cheat after allowing his mistress to attack me in my own home? Our entire marriage felt like a sick, twisted joke. That night, a text message illuminated my phone's screen: "Thinking of you. - N." It was Noah, the handsome, kind-eyed stranger from my own impulsive night of rebellion just after I first discovered Ethan's betrayal. Ethan's careless, cold words – "I wouldn't even care" – echoed in the sudden quiet of my mind. A reckless, defiant spark ignited deep within my bruised soul. "My place. One hour," I typed back, my fingers trembling slightly. My silent suffering, my role as the perfect, accommodating Vanderbilt wife, was officially over.

In the fifth year of marriage, Rylan had an affair with a somewhat famous internet celebrity. His friends asked him, "If Stella finds out and wants a divorce and half of your assets, what will you do?" He laughed disdainfully while smoking, "Stella, she's just someone who throws herself at me, loves me to death, and can't leave me." Later, when I presented him with the divorce agreement, he cried and tried to hold on. But, cold wine can still be warmed, how can a cold heart be warmed?

I was just a small-town Montana girl, fresh off the bus in New York, when I landed a paralegal gig at Sterling, Cromwell & Finch – the Everest of law firms. Then Ethan Sterling, the devastatingly handsome senior partner, noticed me. A kiss, a secret, an "arrangement." For four years, I was his dirty little secret, hidden in the shadows of his gleaming towers. But then Seraphina Blake, Ethan's long-lost love, returned, and I was instantly demoted from mistress to...convenience. Humiliated, framed for theft, I resigned, my career in flames. Why did I let him use me for so long? Was I really that blinded by his charm and power? How could I have been so stupid? Now, he needs me again. His precious Seraphina is desperate to win a charity dance competition, but her partner broke his leg. He wants me to step in, dance with her, pretend everything is fine. After all she did? Hell no! I'm done being convenient. I'm done being a placeholder. This time, I choose me. I'm going to expose Seraphina for the viper she is, and maybe, just maybe, find some real happiness in the process. Prepare for a showdown, NYC's elite, Montana's coming for you!

In the previous life, I was framed for cheating in the college entrance examination and was banned from taking the exam for three years. My future was completely ruined. My twin sister, on the other hand, successfully got into the USC School of Cinematic Arts and became a top female star in the entertainment industry, while I worked in a factory screwing screws. After work, I was robbed and killed in the outskirts with no one to claim my body. After being reborn, I kept my sister's admission ticket. I reported the human traffickers' parents to the police.

A renowned neurologist was stabbed multiple times during a consultation. I begged my husband to perform the surgery. But he told me to get as far away as possible. He didn't believe that it was my father, his teacher whom he respected deeply, who was in trouble. During my father's funeral, he was out stargazing with his beloved. I divorced him to set him free. Yet, he tore up the divorce agreement.

After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】

My wife didn't want to have children, so we agreed to have sterilization surgery together. Little did I know, she regretted it after I had the surgery. She said, "I feel like two people should have a child together. Now that you've had the surgery, I'll have to find someone else like Nick, and when the child is born, we can raise it together." It turns out she had already made up her mind to have a child with someone else. So I smiled and said, "Okay." But as she wished, I asked for a divorce. Now she regrets it.

"The girl funded by my parents has been spreading rumors and tarnishing my reputation everywhere. My fiancé, for her sake, has called me a jealous woman. Later, my fiancé became a billionaire CEO thanks to my family's support. The belle covers up the truth and uses public opinion to crush my parents, while my fiancé personally pushed me off a cliff. The moment I opened my eyes, I decided that in this lifetime, I would go wild like a mad dog-whoever comes to bite me, I'll bite back."

After my family went bankrupt, I entered the entertainment industry to support my sister's education. In order to make money, I endured the advances of older men and even drank until I had stomach bleeding. My usually calm sister criticized me for being too eager for success and not respecting myself, but she used my money to help others and gain a good reputation. In order to get her a famous teacher, I exposed the scandals of her competitors. She accused me of being ruthless and malicious, but she didn't refuse the opportunities I fought for her. Later, she became a famous painter while I suffered from the revenge of her competitors, ruined my reputation, and accumulated huge debts. I asked her to ask her wealthy boyfriend for help, but she said, "Sister, I told you before that we should be kind and not have malicious thoughts. Look, you are now facing retribution!" She refused to help me in order to make me realize my mistakes. I was forced to jump off a building. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day I entered the entertainment industry.

Richard is only a year older than me, but he has always used his status as my older brother to pressure me. When we were kids, he would scold me for skipping class, and as we grew up, he would still interfere in my love life. My friends joked, "Your brother can't possibly like you, right? You two aren't even real siblings." Since then, I deliberately distanced myself from him, but during the New Year, he suddenly brought home a girl. "Tricia, call her sister-in-law." That night, I locked myself in my room and cried uncontrollably. He pulled me out from under the covers and gently wiped away my tears. "You're allowed to make me mad by dating a boyfriend, but I can't be upset with you?"

After being harmed, my soul left my body, and I discovered the truth that my whole family wanted to harm me. So I started to fight back. I began to teach my younger brother, distance myself from my fiancé, take control of the family business, and audit my mother's dowry shop. I forced my stepmother and father to make up for the embezzled money, and then set a trap to catch my stepsister Nora and fiancé Max in the act of adultery, spreading the scandal throughout Eighphia. After seeking treatment from a renowned doctor, my health gradually improved. I exposed my stepmother's actions against me, sought revenge, and gradually revealed the truth that it was my own good father who was behind the harm to me and my mother. Through confrontation and covert investigation, I gathered evidence and uncovered a secret that was enough to destroy my father's entire family... I avenged myself and my mother, and also found a fulfilling marriage.

Ava Miller had it all: society status, designer clothes, and a marriage to Liam Carter, her quiet, long-suffering husband whom she openly despised, often favoring her charming ex, Noah. In his final months, battling a terminal illness, Liam made one desperate request: five shared "experiences" before their divorce. Ava endured them with bitter indifference, fueled by Noah’s constant disdain. After Liam's quiet death, his friend, Ben, meticulously engineered revelations: Liam was "Cipher," a renowned hidden artist, whose private works hauntingly depicted Ava, each stroke a testament to his profound, unrequited love. The truth shattered Ava: the man she tortured was her silent devotee, while Noah, her trusted confidant, was a lifelong deceiver who actively orchestrated her scorn, even impersonating Liam to gain credit for his selflessness. Consumed by agonizing guilt and explosive rage, Ava lured Noah to a desolate, abandoned cellar, locking him inside to face a slow, agonizing demise. Now imprisoned, reading Liam's unedited journals, she finally confronts the immeasurable love she destroyed, embarking on a desolate penance for the love she recognized too late.

Here’s the translation: "When I was down and out, I had a wealthy backer and suddenly became the hottest star. Later, when the backer fell from grace, I ditched him. Upon hearing the news that Jiang Cheng was making a comeback, I knew I was in for some bad luck."

I woke up floating. Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare. My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up." My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene. Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise. Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home. What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten. Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley. My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily? The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream. Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River. But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths. My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin.

"My daughter was kidnapped, and my husband, as a police officer, rushed to the scene immediately. The kidnapper pointed aHere's the translation: "My daughter was kidnapped, and my husband, as a police officer, rushed to the scene right away. The kidnapper held a gun to the two girls and said, '[Come on, choose one.]' To my surprise, my husband unhesitatingly chose the other girl. My daughter was then pushed off the fourth floor by the kidnapper and was urgently taken to the hospital's ICU. Until my daughter ultimately succumbed to her injuries, my husband never came to see her. After inquiring, I found out that he had been diligently caring for the daughter of someone else he loved."

I love Mousse Nian, but he made me the laughingstock of everyone. Later, I exposed the scam for him...