At the admission party of the Ivy League schools, the uncle next door who had been in love for a long time knocked me down.

Despite the measures I took, I still won the bid unexpectedly.

In my previous life, I married him as I wished because of the child in my belly, but I had no chance of getting into Ivy League schools.

It was clearly him who pounced on me and spent the whole night obsessed with me, but on our wedding night he scolded me for shamelessly drugging him.

"Stella Morgan, you will never touch me again in your life!"

Since then, he has done everything he can to humiliate me.

He even transplanted his daughter's heart into His first love's daughter without telling me.

While he and His first love were celebrating the successful operation, I died tragically on the way to Rosehill Cemetery holding my daughter's ashes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn into that extremely absurd night.

When I saw the man lying next to me, my heart stopped.

The pain all over my body as if I had been run over by a car and the mess on the ground reminded me that I was reborn.

While Alexander Vance was still asleep, I tiptoed to put on my clothes and prepared to jump out the window and escape.

"What are you doing!"

The sudden sound from behind scared me so much that my legs went weak and I fell down.

By the time Alexander ran to the window shirtless, I had already limped away.

But I didn’t know that even if I didn’t go through the main door, I would still be photographed by the paparazzi.

In particular, the dress that was torn by him caused heated gossip among enthusiastic netizens.

The only difference is that the hot search in this life is not about the Vance family prince and the neighbor's auntie's one night of absurdity.

Instead, the prince of the Vance family was slept with by a bold woman, but the woman ran away with her pants pulled up.

Looking at the photo, in which Alexander stretched out his hand through the window but caught nothing, and looked angry, I was also very angry.

I jumped out of the window and ran away, not wanting to have anything to do with him. Shouldn't he have bought some firecrackers to set off?

Why did you make this expression that triggered everyone's imagination?

Everyone was wondering what kind of woman could sleep with Alexander and make him so reluctant to part with her...

I don't know which of their eyes saw that Alexander was obsessed with me.

All I know is that Alexander must hate me to death.

Rubbing my red and swollen ankle, I quickly deleted the tens of thousands of Twitter posts that showed my secret crush on him.

In my previous life, I couldn’t bear to delete them, so I gave my Twitter posts and my secret crush diary to Alexander as a surprise on our wedding night.

He only took one look at me and then mocked me:

"Stella, you are so shameless that you have been coveting your uncle who is seven years older than you since you were little!"

At that time, I argued:

"You and I are not related by blood, so what does it matter if we are seven years older? Didn't people who are seventeen years older still get married?"

He was so angry at my disrespectful attitude that he slammed the door and left.

That night, he went to the bar and ordered a hundred beautiful girls to spend the night together.

What if others laugh at me, an orphan girl, marrying into the Vance family? In the end, I will still be alone in an empty house?

But I enjoy it.

Being able to marry Alexander and have a child with him was something I never dared to dream of.

As my belly grows bigger, I believe that this child will eventually become a easer in our relationship.

I also believe that as long as I never give up, I will eventually be able to warm his heart.

But starting from his wedding day, he would bring a different woman home every day.

He obviously looked down on those casual women, but he forced me to serve them.

Those women took the money and always knew how to humiliate me and please him, their financial sponsor.

Kneeling on the ground and barking like a dog, licking the milk spilled on the ground, and dancing the most humiliating dance with a bulging belly...

Because everyone knows that my weakness is the baby in my belly.

"Stella, you know what? I have ten thousand ways to make the evil child in your belly die quietly. I advise you to be obedient. Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I will look at the child more after he is born."

I also thought about whether I should beat the child and let each other go.

But no matter whether I beat my belly, fell from a high place on purpose, or even rolled down the stairs while climbing a mountain, the baby stayed stubbornly in my belly.

Even those women tried to attack me many times, but they failed.

Every time, I was covered in wounds, but my child was unharmed. The most serious time was when I had spotting for a long time.

Mrs. Vance made a big fuss about this and invited hundreds of doctors, fearing that something might happen to the baby in my belly.

In the end, the doctors congratulated me and said that the child was growing so well!

At that moment, I suddenly felt relieved.

Even if Alexander doesn't love our child, I can give him all my love.

I just thought of myself as asking Alexander for help.

But who would have thought that my daughter went through so much hardship in my womb, yet was safe and sound, and finally died in Alexander's hands.

Thinking of this, I quickly deleted my Twitter posts and burned my diary. All traces of having loved him were gone.

As for my daughter in my belly, I don’t want to make her suffer anymore.

Just as I was about to go out to buy medicine, the doorbell rang.

This time, the Vance family arrived faster than in the previous life.

You can't escape what you have to face.

The person outside the door was not Mrs. Vance as I expected, but Alexander's sister Victoria Vance.

Without saying anything, she raised her hand and slapped me:

"Stella, you are an ungrateful bastard. My brother took pity on you and adopted you, and this is how you repay him?"

I swallowed the blood in my mouth and asked her in confusion:

"Auntie, did you misunderstand me?"

Before Alexander and I had any physical contact, he was very nice to me.

It was so good that Victoria was jealous of Alexander's kindness to me and was particularly unhappy with me.

At this moment, Victoria had a look of astonishment, with question marks all over her face.

That’s right, ever since I realized my romantic feelings for Alexander, I no longer call him Uncle, let alone Victoria Auntie.

After she came to her senses, she threw the paparazzi photo of me falling to the ground in my face:

"The sun is rising from the west! But it's no use calling me Auntie!"

"Others may not recognize it's you, but I won't make a mistake!"

"I'm warning you, put away those little thoughts of yours, our Vance family is not yours to marry into! Even if you call me aunt, I won't let you marry into the Vance family!"

Victoria is right, the Vance family is definitely not something I can marry into.

My father had been kind to Alexander, and because of this kindness, Alexander, who was seven years older than me, adopted me as his uncle after my father passed away.

He took good care of me for five years, even better than he would his own sister.

This difference makes me have a romantic feeling about him.

The difference in status made me keep my feelings hidden very well.

If Alexander hadn't tackled me himself, I would have just tried my best to be his good niece.

I picked up the photo and denied it:

"Auntie, the paparazzi farts nonsense every day because they have nothing better to do. Do you want to follow suit?"

In the previous life, because I walked through the main entrance with Alexander, all the ambiguous traces on my body were clearly photographed.

Alexander, who had never been interested in women, was caught and broke his vow of adultery. Mrs. Vance, who was worried about Alexander's marriage, immediately decided to let him marry me.

Unfortunately, Alexander refused to obey.

It was not until I found out I was pregnant before I entered school that Mrs. Vance, who was eager to have a grandchild, forced Alexander to marry me.

I was so stupid back then. In order to marry the person I loved and give birth to what I thought was the fruit of my love, I even gave up the Ivy League University that I had always dreamed of.

Now the gossip photos only show my blurred profile, and the biggest suspicious point is the torn dress.

As long as I don't admit that it was Alexander who tore it, who can do anything to me?

Victoria looked at me calmly and became a little uncertain:

"Are you serious that nothing happened between me and my brother?"

I shook my head calmly.

"What do you want to happen to us?"

Victoria was immediately furious:

"You're dreaming! Then explain to me why you and my brother were in the same hotel? Why did my brother have so many red marks on his body? How did your dress get torn?"

Victoria still has some brains, but not much.

I glanced at Alexander who was walking over and shrugged.

"It was my birthday last night. Isn't it normal for me to get drunk and sleep in a hotel? Isn't it normal for me to get so excited about getting admitted to the Ivy League university that I got drunk and cut my dress to pieces?"

"As for why Uncle also slept in that hotel, you have to ask him! How would I know about his affairs?"

"Besides, there are a lot of mosquitoes in the summer, so it's not surprising to get some bites on your body. Auntie, why do you always think about such messy things? You should watch less pornographic garbage!"

"Uncle, do you think I'm right?"

Alexander, who was cueed by me, put his hands in his pockets, and his eyes, like deep pools, were brewing a deeper meaning that I could not understand.

"Brother, is what she said true? Why do I feel like your wounds don't look like mosquito bites?"

Victoria poked at the red mark on Alexander's neck, trying to find evidence that I had had an affair with her brother.

Alexander pointed at the five fingerprints on my face and asked Victoria:

"You hit him?"

Since Alexander usually favors me, Victoria looked embarrassed:

"I'm just worried that she won't understand. Who made her cause you to be hotly discussed and laughed at?"

"If she really eats you up and runs away, where will the face of my Vance family be? I'm giving her a shot of prevention!"

Alexander said with a cold face:

"Victoria, where is your upbringing as the daughter of the Vance family? I'm punishing you by not letting you go out for three days!"

By deciding to stay away from the Vance family, I no longer had to please Victoria.

I thought Alexander would definitely cooperate with me to clear myself of this matter, so I couldn't help but sneer at Victoria:

"Auntie, do you think Uncle is someone I can bully?"

"I don't have any tools to commit the crime. If this really happens, I don't know who will bully whom..."

Unexpectedly, Alexander touched the bite mark and suddenly said:

"You didn't?"

His pointed words made my eyebrows twitch.

It wasn't me who drugged him, nor was it me who pushed him down. Now I'm trying my best to distance myself from the matter, but he's refusing to cooperate.

"Uncle, you are joking. I wouldn't dare bully you even if I had a hundred guts!"

Thinking about everything my daughter and I went through in my previous life, I just wanted to get away from Alexander as soon as possible.

Victoria's suspicious eyes switched between me and Alexander:

"There's something wrong with you two!"

Alexander and I denied it in unison:

"No!"

There was a flash of surprise in Alexander's eyes, but then he calmed down.

I limped away.

Alexander grabbed my arm and said:

"Go to the hospital!"

The tone of voice was full of unwillingness to refuse.

I was so burned by his sudden touch that I immediately pulled my hand away.

"Don't touch me!"

Alexander picked me up by the waist in front of Victoria's shocked gaze.

I couldn't struggle, so I slapped him in the face.

Alexander got slapped, but instead of getting angry he smiled.