After three years of marriage, James Chancer’s high school sweetheart came back to town. The same day, Sarah Sanders found divorce papers on her desk from the man she'd given her heart to for the past three years. Outside the courthouse, James poured his heart out to his first love,"I never even touched her in all these years. It's always been you." That was the final straw for Sarah. Writing off their marriage as a complete waste, she dove back into her career and became more successful than ever. That's when everyone finally realized what James had thrown away - Mrs. Chancer wasn't just a pretty face, but a wealthy powerhouse. A true catch in every sense. Three months later, James called her in the dead of night, his voice thick with regret, "Sarah, I made a huge mistake..." All he heard was her drowsy voice, “Zac, who's calling?" The man beside her ended the call with a smile, pulling her closer for a kiss, "Just another spam call, babe."
View MoreZachary gave a bitter laugh. "I know you want to set clear boundaries, but do you have to be so blunt about it?""As your therapist, I wouldn't use psychological intervention. Instead, I'd recommend using the belief induction method. When you enter the dream, you should have a reminder in your mind telling yourself that you're dreaming."As the name suggests, the belief induction method requires maintaining a strong belief. While dreaming, you need to hold onto the conviction that this is a dream and force yourself to wake up."How do I maintain this reminder?" Zachary asked, confused.Sarah thought for a moment. "For example, from now on, keep telling yourself that what you're experiencing is a dream. When you actually dream, you'll naturally know you're dreaming and can force yourself to wake up.""I understand."Zachary stared intently at Sarah, who simply gathered her things and said, "Mr. Reynolds, I'm going home now."With that, she left without looking back.Zachary watc
Hearing the word "photos," James approached Charlotte, his face dark. "In the future, it's best not to enter without my permission."Charlotte stood up abruptly. For days, she had been forced by James's mother to eat all sorts of lactation-boosting foods to feed the baby, nearly driving her crazy. Now James was still treating her this way—she couldn't take it anymore!She said angrily, "Every day when you come home, you lock yourself in your study. You don't come see me, you don't talk to me—are you secretly looking at photos of that tramp? I gave birth to your child, and this is how you treat me?"James looked at her seriously. Because she was frequently woken up at night to breastfeed, her face was lined with exhaustion, and her eyes had lost their former brightness.He suddenly felt guilty and his expression softened. "Charlotte, stop this. I know you've been working hard. It's my fault for being busy with work and not having time for you."Charlotte's eyes reddened. She grabbe
Only then did she learn about the livestream. Replays were all over the internet—she could see her face and hear her words just by clicking any random link.The entire internet was in an uproar, with everyone calling her a monster.Even her mother called, not out of concern, but asking for money.Everyone knew she had received one million and had stolen her dead colleague's hospital treatment money meant for her mother.She was now the target of universal contempt and criticism. Her phone never stopped ringing—either people cursing at her or relatives and friends trying to borrow money.The constant ringing had driven her to the edge of a nervous breakdown. Helplessly holding her head in her hands, she suddenly noticed her brand-new designer handbag. She grabbed it and hurled it across the room with a loud crash.After a moment, she crawled over pathetically to pick up the bag, carefully checking for damage. Finding none, she sighed in relief.Judy didn't dare turn on the lights
Beyond her, there had always been a backup plan.And the Wilson family had never truly been hers. Even though she had fortified it over these past few months, the Wilson family still belonged to her grandfather.With just one word from him, she would be nothing.Only when she arrived at the police station did she fully grasp her situation. "What crime have I committed?"The police officer replied coldly, "The death at Pine Mist Island Resort."She laughed loudly. "Why arrest me? What does it have to do with me?""You think the police don't monitor information online? We watched that entire livestream. We even had psychologists analyze Judy's mental state and confirm she was telling the truth," the officer said.Vivian's smile vanished. She said icily, "Do you have any evidence? Are the police now making cases based solely on one woman's words? When did you become so careless?"She understood that the livestream had created too much impact. Even if someone wanted to protect her,
Hearing this, Charlotte suddenly thought of all the lactation soups and cookies Mrs. Chancer had been forcing on her lately under various pretexts.Mrs. Chancer placed the child in her arms and left. Through the door, Charlotte could still hear her instructing the nanny about brewing more soup.Looking at the baby in her arms, she suddenly felt a wave of irritation.James hadn't properly spoken to her for three days. He came home reeking of alcohol, and to help with the baby, his mother had even made him sleep in the next room.Charlotte felt like nothing more than a milk-producing pig. His mother probably saw her as a machine—first a tool for reproduction, now a tool for breastfeeding.All Mrs. Chancer cared about was her precious grandson, never Charlotte herself.As the infant nursed quietly in her arms, Charlotte imagined a fierce monster grinning wickedly at her. She fought the urge to throw the baby aside.At the Wilson residence.Vivian parked at the entrance and rushed
By this point, Judy was in tears.At Wilson Corporation, Vivian trembled as she watched the woman on screen, her face filled with despair.One wrong step had led to another. She never imagined that a single impulsive decision would cause her so much trouble.She frantically dialed a number. "Stop the livestream! Stop it right now!"Her nearly hysterical voice filled the person on the other end with tension.The platform manager hung up after giving empty assurances, while another person asked, "Manager, should we stop the livestream?""Stop it? Hell no!""But that was Miss Wilson who just called."The manager snorted. "Mr. Reynolds called two minutes before her."On screen, Judy continued speaking, "I'll never forget what that woman said when she met us. She told Yvonne, 'You must die at the Pine Mist Island Resort, and you must be completely, undeniably dead.' We went to Pine Mist Island, and at the height of our fun, we returned to the hotel. We chose that specific time beca
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