Calista

Married for three years, yet my husband had never once touched me.
But late one night, I caught him pleasuring himself with his stepsister's lingerie.
"Rupert," I asked, trembling, "if you love your stepsister so much, why aren't you with her?"
He let out a cruel, dismissive laugh. "Because you're stupid! If Irene and I could be together openly, do you really think someone like you would have ever married into the Getty family?"
Heartbroken, I filed for divorce and left with absolutely nothing.
Years later, just as I had finally made a name for myself in the art and design world, my ex-husband showed up at my door.
"Harper, please... give me another chance," he begged. "I know I was wrong..."
But before he could finish, my new boyfriend appeared, claiming my lips in a deep, possessive kiss.
He pulled back just enough to growl, "Tell him to get lost. You are mine."

On our wedding anniversary, my husband didn't bring me flowers. He brought home his mistress.
"Lavinia is back," he stated coldly. "It's time you stepped aside. After all, she is the one who gave me a son."
I froze, clutching the hand of our adopted son—the boy I had raised and loved with my whole heart for years. The truth hit me like a physical blow: I had been raising his mistress's child as my own all this time.
My fingers tightened around the pregnancy confirmation hidden in my palm. I forced down the bile rising in my throat, looked him in the eye, and demanded a divorce.


Six months later.
I stood at the airport departure gate, looking down at my ex-husband. He was on his knees in front of everyone, begging.
"Scarlett, please! Don't leave. I know about the pregnancy... I'm that baby's father!"
I let out a cold, sharp laugh.
"No. This baby is mine and mine alone. He doesn't have a father."

On the day of my engagement, I died in the sea.
The last scene I witnessed before death was the silhouette of my fiancé protecting his first love as they walked away.
Perhaps it was resentment and unwillingness that allowed me to be reborn on the day of my engagement.
In this life, I will rewrite my destiny!

After one night, I found myself pregnant with a stranger's child.
To make matters worse, my fiancé rejected me in front of everyone, choosing my own sister instead.
With a shattered heart, I fled the country to escape it all.
Three years later, I returned with my daughter, only to be confronted by the man who once cast me aside. He grabbed my hand, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Whose child is this? And why does she look exactly like me?"

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