My husband's childhood friend has a contradictory personality. When chatting with friends about private topics, I blushed and mentioned that my husband has two moles on his inner thigh. She immediately jumped out to contradict me, personally pulling down his pants to prove there was only one. I angrily questioned her with red eyes, but Arthur Sterling just sneered mockingly: "Mia's contradiction was right, otherwise I wouldn't have known you don't understand me at all." For the sake of our young son, I chose to endure it. Until my son got food poisoning. I frantically tried to call 911. But Mia immediately started contradicting me again: "No, no, no, I think he should stay home and be observed for a while. It doesn't look like poisoning." Hearing this, Arthur furiously froze all my bank accounts. "Using the child to vie for attention, what kind of mother are you?" Watching my son foaming at the mouth in my arms, I finally compromised with Mrs. Sterling and dialed her number: "Send an ambulance right now, and from now on, I am no longer a daughter-in-law of the Sterling family." ... Mrs. Sterling didn't even ask for a reason. She agreed immediately and sent over $500,000 as "divorce compensation." Because ever since Mia formed the habit of contradicting me, I had long become the most unreliable person in the Sterling family. I joked that the meat inspection stamps wash off after a few washes. Mia actually stamped me with three red seals while I was sleeping to prove they wouldn't wash off. I had a low libido after giving birth. She spread rumors everywhere that I was hooking up with three male college students in hotels, Photoshopped pictures, and uploaded them to the family group chat. I lost all face and truly couldn't bear it anymore. To demand an explanation, I smashed our marital home to pieces. But Arthur looked at me like I was a clown, mocking me coldly: "Mia's contradictions are well-founded. This only shows that you are flying into a rage out of humiliation!" I was left speechless but continued to endure for the sake of our child. Until I was cooking for my son and mentioned that raw green beans are toxic. To contradict me, Mia secretly fed them to him. Arthur praised her for being smart, unable to see our son's purpling face or hear his weak breathing. This time, I gave up explaining, because I was truly tired. The ambulance arrived quickly. But before he could even be taken into the operating room, the doctor looked regretful: "He was brought in too late. The child has stopped breathing. My condolences." Instantly, wails spilled from the corners of my mouth. Holding my son's cold hand, my heart also chilled completely, inch by inch. The entire hospital corridor echoed with my mournful cries. Only after receiving our son's death certificate did Arthur unfreeze my bank accounts like bestowing charity: "When you're done making a scene, go buy the kid a few decent outfits. The day after tomorrow is Mom's 60th birthday, don't always..." I interrupted him hysterically: "Your son is already dead! He's dead!" There was a pause on the other end of the line, immediately followed by Mia's contradiction: "I don't think so. The experts on TV said eating the wrong thing causes diarrhea at most. The little master isn't that delicate, right? Sister Chloe should really surf the internet before lying..." With her single instigating remark, Arthur's even more furious voice pierced my ears: "Always using our son to vie for attention, aren't you afraid of bringing bad luck? Watch out, or I'll give our son to Mia to raise!" With that, he hung up the phone with a snap. Clutching the certificate tightly, a dense pain spread across my chest once again. I attended my son's cremation ceremony alone, bidding him farewell through the thick glass. Holding the light urn, I no longer had any attachments to the Sterling family. After signing the divorce agreement sent by Mrs. Sterling, I called that familiar yet strange man: "You promised you'd always save a place for me. Does that still count?" I disappeared for three days, handling my son's funeral alone. The whole world knew he was dead, except for his father. Because the last time I was followed by a creep, I could only post on Moments to try and get more people to save me. As a result, Mia quickly posted a Moment contradicting me: "Impossible. It's obviously just a little romantic game a spoiled wife plays to seduce her husband." After seeing it, Arthur was very angry. He ignored me completely and completely blocked my Moments, nearly causing me to be assaulted by the creep. Now, I held no expectations whatsoever, only wanting to accompany my son one last time. Three days later, I returned home in a daze. As soon as I pushed the door open, Arthur uncharacteristically looked up at me and then handed over his phone. "How about this matching parent-child necklace?" My eyes suddenly lit up. This was the one I had circled in a magazine, but later forgot to buy because I was too busy. I didn't expect him to care so much about me and our son. My heart was just feeling a bit moved. Unexpectedly, the next second, Mia stepped out looking pretty in my pink lace nightgown, throwing a throw pillow at the man. "Brother Arthur, you big meanie, don't you dare try to take advantage of me!" "Trying to get me to call you 'Daddy' just by giving me a necklace? I won't fall for your trick!" Arthur's eyes were full of her playfulness, his face full of indulgence, "You little rascal, I just thought this necklace matches your nightgown." I stood frozen to the side, seemingly like a clown intruding on their harmonious picture. I used to be at an age where I liked pink too. But Arthur always poured cold water on it: "You don't look good in pink. Don't wear it anymore." So I pressed that beloved nightgown to the bottom of the wardrobe, never to see the light of day again. Now, worn on Mia, it seemed more fitting. Forcing down the pain surging in my chest, I made to turn and go upstairs, but saw a puppy walk by wagging its tail. Previously, my son had cried and fussed for three days, wanting to keep a puppy at home. I strongly supported his compassion. But it was met with Arthur's cold words: "No. I'm allergic to dog hair. You should also consider my feelings." Because of this, my son was depressed for several days. It turned out he wasn't allergic to dogs; he was allergic to me and my son. Mia suddenly appeared behind me, smiling and blinking at me: "Brother Arthur and I adopted it together. He insisted I bring it over to show him. Sister doesn't mind, right?" My heart ached heavily. I was just about to ignore her and leave. Unexpectedly, the next second, Mia suddenly grabbed the dog's tail and tumbled down the stairs. "Ah! My puppy!" With a sprained ankle, she held the crushed puppy and cried uncontrollably: "If Sister Chloe can't stand me, she can hit me or scold me. But the puppy is innocent..." Arthur pushed me away without a second thought. His first reaction was to check on the dog. My ankle bone struck the steps, instantly feeling as if it had shattered. The man, as if blind, roared at me hysterically: "Chloe Jones, you won't even spare a dog? Get down here right now and apologize to Mia!" Looking at Mia's clumsy acting, I really didn't want to play along with them anymore. I turned around without showing any emotion. "From now on, absolutely no dogs are allowed in the house. Let's see what you do when our son blames you!" "If you were even half as sensible as Mia, our son wouldn't be educated by you to be so impolite, not even returning my calls!" A loud crash of something smashing came from behind. Amidst his furious roars, I didn't stop limping upstairs. Looking at Arthur—who was allergic to dogs—personally burying it in the garden downstairs, my heart still ached fiercely. More so, I felt it was unworthy for my son, who cried for his father when he left. He couldn't even use his life to get his father to take one more look at him. Returning to my room, I sorted my son's belongings piece by piece and packed my luggage to leave. Just then, Arthur suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. "What are you doing packing our son's things?" The man's gaze fell on those toys, his nerves unconsciously tensing. "Because he..." I hesitated for a moment, then continued, "The teacher wants him to board at school for a while." The truth on my lips was ultimately swallowed down. I didn't want to use my son's life to gain his sympathy. Nor did I need anyone's pity. Besides, he wouldn't believe it. Hearing this, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. "That's fine too. We have to take Mia to the old estate tomorrow. We wouldn't fit with an extra person." My tongue felt numb. I couldn't say a single word. Arthur's sports car could seat two people, but Mia could always permanently occupy one seat. My son and I could only choose one or the other. It turned out his heart never had a designated place for us, mother and son. The next day, when Arthur took me to the old estate, Mrs. Sterling looked terrible. "Didn't you say you were leaving immediately? Why are you here being an eyesore again?" Arthur froze upon hearing this, frowning in confusion: "Where is Chloe going—" Right then, a loud bang came from not far away. I saw a pile of misshapen fireworks being ignited. Mia held a lighter and looked over with a smile. "Happy 60th Birthday, Mrs. Sterling!" The old lady was coaxed into laughing heartily, and I was completely left aside. But the next second, the familiar box by Mia's feet fiercely pierced my eyes. That was my son's urn, which I had buried in the cemetery! My voice instantly tore out: "Mia Lin! What are you holding in your hand! Is it my son's ashes?!" I simply couldn't believe it. I rushed over, snatched the firework from her hand, and choked her neck fiercely. Scalding sparks fell on my arm, instantly raising several blisters. "Ah! Sister Chloe, what's wrong with you? I just wanted to celebrate the old lady's birthday. Brother Arthur, hurry and save me!" In a panic, Arthur picked up the box on the ground and smashed it against my forehead. My eyes were instantly blinded by blood. "Chloe Jones, what crazy fit are you throwing? Who gave you the audacity to hit Mia in front of Mom!" The old lady clutched her heart in anger: "Mia specially prepared a firework show for my 60th birthday. What right does an outsider like you have to blame her!" I couldn't hear their accusations. I picked up the remaining ashes from the ground bit by bit. "Someone come! Serve her with the whip!" the old lady ordered angrily. I looked up in shock. I saw bodyguards gripping whips, advancing towards me step by step. I looked at the cold man in front of me in disbelief. "Arthur Sterling, I am your wife!" I struggled desperately, but those men pinned me to the ground one after another. Arthur's heartless voice drifted over lightly: "Since you are a daughter-in-law of the Sterling family, you must abide by the family rules. You are no exception!" The next second, the whip in the bodyguard's hand slashed over fiercely. "Ah!" My piercing wail echoed throughout the courtyard. But Arthur shielded Mia behind him, raising his hand to cover her eyes: "Close your eyes, don't be frightened." The whip struck my body, each hit heavier than the last. Splattering blood foam fell before my eyes. My entire back felt the piercing pain of burning fire. Seeing me paralyzed on the ground like a broken rag doll, Arthur couldn't help but frown. Until the bodyguard stopped and asked: "Mr. Sterling, that's enough for 100 lashes. Should I continue?" "Enough! Send her to the hospital immediately." Before my broken body was lifted, Arthur draped his coat over my mangled back. However, it was precisely this action that added a bit of hatred to the originally smug Mia's eyes. Sneaking home from the hospital, I endured the pain and grabbed my luggage. Two beeps sounded outside the door; I knew he had come to pick me up and leave! I was limping outwards when suddenly a massive force kicked me viciously back into the room. Struggling to open my eyes, I found it was actually Mia. "Chloe Jones, you were served by the family rules until you look like a monster, and you still have the mood to go on a trip?" "Oh right, how come you aren't taking your precious son with you on your trip?" Seeing my blood-red eyes, the woman became more and more smug as she spoke: "Oh I forgot, he, is, already, dead!" As she finished, I couldn't bear it anymore. I rushed up and grabbed her hair, my eyes burning red: "You shut up! Aren't you afraid of retribution for intentionally killing my son?!" The woman wasn't angry but laughed. Following close behind, several servants came in and poured gasoline into every corner of the room. "I just wanted to intentionally get rid of you mother and son. This way, Brother Arthur can fulfill his childhood promise and marry me into the family." "But you won't have the chance to complain, because I'm going to send you down to reunite with your son right now!" As soon as her words fell, she instantly flicked a lighter and set the room on fire. The tongues of fire quickly swept over. The already stinging wounds sizzled as they were burned. When Arthur rushed over upon hearing the news, I grabbed onto him like a lifeline, desperately calling for help. "Arthur, I'm here, save me..." But I didn't expect Mia to escape first, lock the door, and block him. "Help me, Brother Arthur!" "Sister Chloe had people set a fire to burn me to death in the house. She already escaped a long time ago. Save me quickly, boohoohoo..." Immediately after, I only heard the man's curses from outside the door: "How did she become so vicious? Burning her to death wouldn't be too much!" With that, he picked up Mia and left swiftly. The flaming wardrobe crashed heavily onto my back, and my last shred of hope shattered with it. When Arthur returned, he scoured the entire villa but couldn't find a trace of me. His heart sank. He quickly called the kindergarten: "Have you seen my wife? Did she pick up our child?" "The little boy hasn't come to class for several days," the teacher answered, puzzled. Arthur was just about to ask further when, the next moment, a death certificate suddenly appeared on his phone... Arthur magnified the death certificate infinitely. Written starkly on it was his son's name. "This... how is this possible? It must be a prank!" He suddenly thought of Chloe publicly setting a fire to burn Mia to death, and suspicion arose. Maybe this was another one of Chloe's tricks to vie for attention. But he still felt uneasy and sent the certificate to his assistant. "Check this for me immediately. Is it a forgery or not?" Then, he angrily called Chloe. Just as a reprimand was about to leave his mouth, he realized he was met with a robotic female voice. 【The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later...】 He called his child again, but the result was the same. "What on earth are those two, mother and son, plotting? This is absolutely outrageous!" Putting away his phone, he intended to leave the mother and son hanging for a few days and properly compensate the burned Mia. Hearing the news, Mrs. Sterling rushed to the hospital, gnashing her teeth in anger. "I said Chloe was unreliable. I didn't expect her to do such a heinous thing. I will absolutely not forgive her!" Lying in bed, Mia looked the picture of innocence: "It's okay. Sister Chloe must have just been acting on impulse. I won't blame her." "You're just too kind." Arthur comforted her distractedly. Right then, he discovered a divorce agreement in the old lady's bag. "Mom, what is this?" The old lady looked a bit uncomfortable, trying to word how to explain it to him. At this moment, the doctor rushed into the room. "Mr. Sterling, I'm sorry. The ashes Ms. Chloe Jones entrusted us to keep are missing. I can't reach her on the phone. How do you want to handle this?" Arthur frowned deeply, extremely puzzled: "What ashes? What exactly is going on?" The doctor was bewildered and explained in more detail: "The young master was brought to the hospital a few days ago and passed away from food poisoning. Did Mr. Sterling not know this?" Hearing this, Arthur nearly slumped to the floor. It took him a long time to find his voice. "What... what did you say? My son passed away?" It turned out Chloe had never lied from beginning to end. A few days ago, when Chloe cried and tearfully complained "our son is dead," it was also true. Arthur stood up indignantly and grabbed the doctor's collar: "Why didn't you call to inform me in time? And how could his ashes go missing?" Mrs. Sterling beside them was also completely dumbfounded, painfully clutching her heart: "Chloe, that useless woman. She can't even look after a child. What else can she do?!" The old lady almost cried until she fainted. The doctor quickly explained: "The child passed away due to food poisoning. He consumed a large amount of raw green beans. But Ms. Jones already called to inform you at the time. She sounded completely devastated." "Please accept my condolences." With that, the doctor turned and left.
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