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This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

6K life (proof I deserve joy) This money is buying me time. Time to heal. Time to divorce. Time to build something real. In my first timeline, I died and they inherited this. Probably spent it on the café or Elena's next crisis. This timeline, it's mine. And I'm using it to stay alive long enough to get free. Grandmother said: build a life worth living. I'm doing that. One impractical purchase at a time. Days until divorce filing: 43 Secret money they don't know about: $55,625

That made me realize that I would never be worthy of their love even if I had been admitted into the best college. In my last life, Richard had gone on to work as a hotel inspector. Not long after, he was trapped in a fire that caused his entire body to suffer from severe burns. Although he gained quite a lot in compensation, he could never regain his looks. Meanwhile, I inherited the pasta shop. That was where I saved a weak and penniless woman. To my surprise, that young woman returned with a check for 10 million and a diamond ring worth billions of dollars a few months later.

I had to pull myself together and live. I gave myself a month-long mini-vacation. Each day, I ate, slept, read, and walked. Slowly, my strength returned, and I found work nearby. The first month I got paid, I adopted a stray dog. With it by my side, I no longer felt lonely. I thought life would stay this calm forever. But tonight, walking the dog after work, I rounded a corner—and froze at the sight of the person I never wanted to see again. Joe.

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

POV: Mia I never imagined that my last day there would bring the worst moment of my life. That afternoon, I was feeling drained and decided to take a nap. All of a sudden, I started having trouble breathing. Someone had left my bedroom window wide open. A gust of wind carried in a storm of pollen. My breathing grew more labored by the second. I slipped off the bed and collapsed onto the floor, but my survival instinct pushed me to crawl toward the nightstand where I kept my allergy meds.

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

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