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"So, he's just a servant? I thought he was Erica's husband that she was always proud of," Anthony said with an innocent expression. "Yes, he is Erica's husband. But he's also a loser and a servant in this house. Don't mind him. He's stupid and doesn't know anything!" mocked Nancy. "I don't think asking for evidence is a mistake. We don't know if he's lying or not. For all I know, Erica got this partnership because of her talent," Nate insisted. "So, you think I'm lying?" "No, just making sure." "Oh, come on. Why would I bother coming here just to make up this kind of lie? That's not very cool in my eyes. And why do you keep interrupting my conversations with Erica's family? You don't even know about business." "Maybe I don't know about business, butー" "Then why don't you just shut up and let us chat comfortably? Go to the kitchen as requested by your family. Aren't you good at housework?" Nate clenched his fists, besides lying, Anthony also had an annoying attitude and liked to put people down. Exactly the same as Erica's family. People like them will never be able to respect people, because it is a disease of the heart. His wife getting was sold to a fat man, just to save her family business. She has no other option but to divorce Nate. Fortunately, his exile is over and he can save his wife and show her family that he is not useless, worthless husband and son in law but Billionaire Heir of Bluebell Holdings. He will also support his wife, her family will be kneeling down to have mercy on them, once they all looked down and humiliated them. Now, they will wailed their tail like a dog infront of him.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.