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One Bizarre Dream Later, They All Call Me a Lunatic

One Bizarre Dream Later, They All Call Me a Lunatic

926 Views · Ongoing · godgoust
女儿每天晚上回来,都会不一样。

第一天回来,头发少了一点。

第二天回来,少了一只手。

第三天回来,半个身子都没有了。

突然惊醒,我发现还好只是一场梦。

这时女儿回来了,她的头发少了一片。
Reborn After They Aborted My Baby and Stole My Womb

Reborn After They Aborted My Baby and Stole My Womb

853 Views · Ongoing · Ruby
Four months pregnant, I walked into the OB-GYN clinic filled with joy—this was the child Archer and I had waited three years for.
But the moment the ultrasound report was handed to him, his gentle gray eyes twisted violently.
"Abort it. We absolutely cannot keep this child."
My stepfather watched coldly. The stepbrother who doted on me most slapped me hard across the face. My own mother wielded the scalpel and removed my uterus.
Half a month later, they picked me up from the hospital with roses, only to turn around and lock me away, feeding me psychiatric drugs until I died.
Reborn, I thought that as long as I hid the report, I could save my baby.
But they forced me onto the operating table once again.
It wasn't until I saw the report with my own eyes—
That I finally understood why my child had to die.
Assaulted by My Father's Mistress, So I Fired Them Both

Assaulted by My Father's Mistress, So I Fired Them Both

3.7k Views · Ongoing · Chau
I was driving my dad's luxury car to pick up a friend when his secretary stopped me on the spot.
She mistook me for the lover who had sex with my dad in his office.
So she used car theft as an excuse to drag me into the basement, beat me up, and took nude photos of me.
When my dad found out, he asked me to apologize to her.
That's when I realized that in his eyes, his reputation mattered more than his own daughter.
If that's the case, he doesn't need to be the figurehead CEO anymore.
He Rejected My Call for Help, Then Answered My Death Notice

He Rejected My Call for Help, Then Answered My Death Notice

1.9k Views · Ongoing · Chau
On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.