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After losing my memory, I ended up marrying my archrival. We became the model couple of harmony in the capital. -
It was humiliating enough abroad to be trailed by a world-famous idol who behaved like a lost puppy. Once Yu Sen realized I could hear his thoughts, the flood never stopped. "Is Xu Yunting around? Please say no I’m not sharing a bed with him." "Xing, today you’re with me. Tomorrow you can see him. Fine. Fair division, right?" "But why not share a bed like before? Fifty years together I can’t sleep without you by my side." "Does she still own that black silk slip? God, it looked amazing on…-
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Even abroad, Xu Yunting still called, sometimes visiting, laughing over the leek pancakes I made for him. "Best in the world. I came back for more." That day, he stepped into my home only to find Yu Sen on a ladder, fixing the broken lamp. Tension crackled. Xu cleared his throat. "Honestly, Xing, I’m just here for the pancakes." Inside Yu Sen’s head: "Freeloader. Useless." Xu continued, "I’ve been craving ever since." Yu Sen sneered inside: "Eat. Eat until your mouth…-
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The winter abroad was harsher than I imagined: streets slick with ice, nights drawn long with silence. My treatment consumed every breath dim therapy rooms, whispered hypnotic counts pulling me into fractured sleep, medications leaving my body heavy as stone. And still, Yu Sen remained. He did not always approach me. Sometimes I only spotted him from a distance, leaning against a café window across the street, scarf pulled high, pretending to scroll his phone. Other times, he stood at the hospital…
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Soon after, I went abroad for treatment. Each day was the same routine: hypnosis sessions, medication, endless therapy. But even oceans away, Yu Sen’s cries haunted my midnight visions. His helpless sobs carved into my skull, leaving my doctors worried. "These fixations," they told me, "will hinder recovery. Do not dwell on him." But his shadow clung. On foreign sidewalks, every figure out of the corner of my eye looked like him. I knew logically he was fine his training, his acting classes,…
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The nanny van bore us back to his upscale apartment complex. Inside, Yu Sen promptly collapsed onto me like a big, panting puppy. His breath was hot against my collarbone. Every few seconds, he buried his face into my hair, nuzzling my neck. The assistant, I noticed, conveniently vanished somewhere along the ride. "Wife," Yu Sen mumbled thickly, "I’m hot. I need a bath...." And with that, he began stripping. Jacket, shirt, socks it didn’t stop. His hands fumbled at belts and waistbands,…
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Shadows of the Past
My wife is dead. Laura Carter took her own life the very night she received a message from the man who once tormented her in high school. His name was Ryan Mitchell. He had just gotten engaged. Hours before his wedding, he sent her a text: “You know I’ve liked you since high school. If only the one marrying me was you.” Laura’s face didn’t change when she read it. She simply put the phone down and went about her evening. But later that night, I found her in the bathroom. She was lying lifeless in the bathtub, water still running, the tiles cold beneath my knees as I pulled her out. Beside her was an unsent text to Ryan: “Okay. Next life, I’ll be your wife.” Laura and I had known each other since we were kids. We’d been married for three years. And yet, in that moment, I realized I’d never truly known her heart. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in our apartment in Seattle. I was sitting in a high school classroom, sunlight streaming through dusty blinds. The murmur of students, the clack of chalk on the board all unmistakably from the past. I was eighteen again. - Story
The Crawling Death
When realtor Richard Hayden rents out Hedgewood, he dismisses warnings about a locked room with a red-paneled door. But when a guest is found dead inside, Hayden must confront the terrifying truth: a disembodied, crawling hand lurks within—and the infamous Ormond family curse is all too real. -
When the lights dimmed and Youth Stage 101 aired its opening episode, the entire nation gasped not for us trainees, but for the program director stepping out on stage. It wasn’t who I remembered. Not Director Wang, the man I once admired from afar. No this time, the one smiling in his perfectly cut suit, microphone glinting under the strobe lights, was none other than Yu Sen. The crowd erupted at the sight of him China’s brightest idol, the king of vocals and dance, the "Heavenly…
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Yu Sen and I had fought every three days for half a century small arguments, big arguments, the kind of fights neighbors could probably hear through the walls. We raised three kids, all grown now, but none of them could stand the chaos at home for long. One by one, they all moved away. This divorce isn’t some impulsive tantrum of mine. I’ve thought it through. But the people around us don’t understand. They say, "You’re nearly eighty. What’s the point in breaking up now? Just endure…
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