After my daughter died, I dragged my half-dead soul away from New York. Until I returned for the Class Reunion, a strange boy bumped into my arms. His brows and eyes were painfully similar to Gavin's. The homeroom teacher smiled and said: "Is this yours and Gavin's child? I knew you two had a spark back then." "I even joked with others. Even though you were always at the bottom of the class, you found a best friend who was second, and a boyfriend who was first!" Just as I was about to explain, my former best friend, Wendy, rushed over and hugged the boy: "Why did you run off by yourself? You scared Mommy to death!" Gavin followed closely behind. He froze when he saw my face clearly. "Sunny, you're still alive?" Chapter 1 Hearing this, Wendy looked up at me sharply, shock written all over her face. After all, to them, I had been buried at the bottom of the sea five years ago. I smiled faintly and said: "I have a tough life. Just drank a bellyful of water." Wendy's reaction was as fast as ever. Her expression returned to normal quickly. She rocked the boy in her arms and said to him: "Leo, this is Auntie Sunny. You should call her Godmother." We promised back then. If we get married, we catch each other's bouquet. If we have kids, we be each other's godmother. The boy timidly called out "Godmother." I didn't respond. I turned to the teacher, said I had something to do, and prepared to leave. The teacher had long sensed the turbulence between the three of us and wished to send me away early. But Gavin followed me tactlessly. "Sunny, where are you going? I'll drive you." Wendy frowned imperceptibly but said: "Yeah, you can't drive. It's inconvenient alone." I laughed inwardly. After so many years, she still treated me like a useless idiot. But if someone insisted on being my driver, why not? On the way, Gavin kept asking about my recent life. I only answered a few main questions simply. I was saved back then and survived. I lived by selling paintings abroad these years. I came back because a buyer who frequently bought my paintings wanted to meet me. Hearing this, Gavin's voice suddenly rose: "Male or female? Are you sure he's reliable? Keep your eyes open." I mocked mercilessly: "Friends known for years are unreliable. Husbands sleeping in the same bed are unreliable. How can I judge a stranger?" Gavin shut up immediately. Wendy's face turned iron green. Arriving at my place, I took my things and got out. But suddenly turned back to the boy beside Wendy. The boy named Leo. Upper face like Gavin, lower face like Wendy. Just as I reached out a hand, Wendy hugged the child in terror. "What are you doing? Want my child to pay with his life? He is innocent!" Gavin also called my name warningly. I just picked a fruit pit out of his mouth. "I was afraid he would be like my child. Choking to death while adults were right there." Their faces turned white. Silence. Back home, I received a message from Mr. Jarvis. He appreciated my work very much. Whenever I had a new piece these years, he would view it even if he didn't buy it. I came back this time to meet him, and also to settle a matter of the heart. In a quiet cafe, I met Mr. Jarvis. He looked fifty or sixty, with a lean face. "Miss Sunny, I can see many stories in your paintings. I am very curious." "Do I have the honor to know a thing or two?" After looking around, I nodded. Chapter 2 In high school, I was a carefree rich girl. When classmates were studying hard, I only knew painting and having fun. Gavin was my opposite. Unshakable number one in the grade. Excellent grades, slick social skills. At first, I despised him, thinking he was a poser. Then Wendy came. Her family was poor, but she studied hard. After school, she had to work to subsidize her family. I admired her very much. I asked my dad to set up a scholarship specifically for students like her. I didn't want to make a noise. But the teacher pointed out the origin of the scholarship in class and asked her to bow and thank me. Thinking back now, Wendy must have held a grudge against me since then. But I foolishly poured my heart out to Wendy, treating her as my best friend. Wendy's biggest wish was to be first in the grade. However, Gavin was like an insurmountable mountain. Wendy was always second. After failing to take the throne again, Wendy cried loudly. To comfort her, I tried everything: "How about I chase Gavin? Date him and affect his studies!" Gavin, passing by, sneered: "Sunny, you are so dumb. Do you know how to chase me? Want me to teach you?" Later, we really got together. In my senior year, I met the biggest change in my life: My dad went bankrupt and committed suicide. When I was most desperate, Gavin and Wendy stayed by my side. Gavin promised he would take my dad's baton and be the person who loved me most in the world. Wendy let me live in her house and racked her brains to tutor me. I cheered up and started studying hard. Before the SATs, I was stable enough to get into a good college. But an accident happened. Although I checked repeatedly, I couldn't find my No. 2 pencils. Leaving the exam hall, I cried and slapped myself, feeling no one was more useless than me. It was still Gavin and Wendy who encouraged me constantly, helping me walk out of the shadow. They both got into NYU, the best university. Convinced I wasn't cut out for studying, I worked as a waitress near NYU. Gavin came to help as soon as class ended. Over time, customers thought he was the employee. Gavin often told me his plans for our future. He said as soon as he graduated, we would marry. He would work hard to support me, buy me the best brushes, and let me continue to be a carefree rich wife. But I still felt a crisis. I begged Wendy to help me watch Gavin. Wendy looked at me with deep eyes and revealed a stiff smile. I only thought she was jealous of my display of affection, so I urged her to date too. Wendy said: "No need. I have someone I like." Long later, I understood that smile, and who she liked. It was too late. Chapter 3 After Gavin graduated, we married as promised. Life was not as easy as he imagined. He worked desperately to make money, coming home exhausted every day, falling asleep immediately. To lighten his burden, I learned to cook and clean. I never knew before that there were so many chores. Endless cooking, endless sweeping... Each seemed trivial, but piling up, they drowned me. When the financial pressure eased, our daughter was born. I named her Joy, hoping she would be quiet like Wendy. But she was energetic from childhood, crying and making noise. Every night, I had to walk her around the living room to get her to sleep. When I got into bed, Gavin's hand touched me. "Wife, we haven't..." Despite physical and mental exhaustion, I obediently let him do what he wanted. But at the critical moment, the daughter's cry came. I pushed Gavin away abruptly, jumped out of bed naked to hold my daughter. I didn't see Gavin's disgusted face behind me. Life finally ground me from an innocent princess into a disappointing housewife. That birthday, Gavin bought me the most expensive brushes. But I looked at the house and said: "We're out of diapers. You should have bought diapers." At that time, Wendy was killing it in the business world. She and Gavin joined the same company. Original intention unchanged, she still liked to compete with Gavin. And still couldn't beat Gavin. Once she prepared fully, polishing the plan repeatedly, but the leader still chose Gavin's. Wendy called, crying loudly: "Why can't I beat Gavin!" "After so many years, can't I win just once?!" I glared at Gavin, preparing to go out to comfort Wendy. But Joy hugged my leg and wouldn't let me go. I had to send Gavin: "It's unsafe for a girl to drink alone in a bar." "You caused the trouble, you go solve it." Gavin paused, looking at me intently: "You really want me to go?" "Of course." Gavin seemed to make a big decision and said "Okay." Before leaving that day, he looked back at me several times. I felt no premonition, just holding my daughter, telling jokes to coax her. Disaster brewed from there. That day, Gavin didn't return all night. When he came back the next day, I just got up to cook. He explained a few sentences, saying Wendy was terribly difficult when drunk. He finally got Wendy home and fell asleep on the floor from exhaustion. His tone was natural. Wendy was my best friend. So I believed him easily. In the following days, Gavin worked overtime and traveled more and more. At first, I just thought the company was particularly busy recently. But slowly, I found something wrong. Hair on clothes. Strange perfume smell. Finally, when I found an opened condom wrapper in his pocket, I was sure he cheated. Heartbroken, I ran to Gavin's company and made a big scene. I cried, screamed, rolled on the floor, demanding he hand over that woman. Gavin looked disgusted. "Sunny, I feed you and clothe you, letting you be a housewife who worries about nothing. Your repayment is framing me with baseless things!" He took out his phone, opened the camera, and aimed at my face: "Look at yourself now! An unreasonable shrew!" Chapter 4 In the phone screen, I saw my messy hair and sallow face. On the outdated clothes, there were many oil stains that couldn't be washed off. Behind me, a group of female employees with exquisite makeup and decent clothes exuded the aura of career women. They looked at me with pity and contempt. Wendy walked out from among them. "Sunny, stop making a scene. It's too ugly." Gavin said sternly: "Let her make a scene! She wants to make me lose my job and let the whole family starve! Fine, go ahead, start a livestream, let everyone know!" Only then did I realize I had no capital to fight Gavin. After marriage, I had been detached from society, staying at home. And I only had a high school diploma. Once divorced, I had no competitiveness in the job market. My daughter would also be snatched by Gavin. I suddenly woke up, climbed up from the ground, and said: "I won't make a scene. I'm going home." After that day, I humbled myself, afraid of making Gavin angry. He became more and more brazen, lipstick marks on his shirt. But I was only afraid he would abandon me. What I could do was try to use our daughter to awaken Gavin's feelings for this family. Fortunately, Gavin did love our daughter. When not busy, he even took her to the company to play. One day, he took our daughter away again. I finished housework and started scrolling on my phone. Accidentally, I stumbled upon a post. Title: "The Hate-Love Saga of the Eternal Second and the First Place." I clicked in and saw the first sentence: "No one knows, what the eternal second wants most isn't first place, but the attention of the first place." My heart skipped a beat, something flashed in my mind, quickly scrolling to the back. "After losing to him at work again, I went to a bar to get drunk. He came to comfort me." "He asked what I needed him to do. I asked him to kiss me. So he kissed me." "From high school to now, he rejected my confessions ten thousand times. But the ten thousand and first time, he accepted. I took him home, and we did it until darkness fell." "The first place I couldn't reach finally became a subject under my skirt." I felt like I fell into an ice cellar. So the person Wendy liked was Gavin. So the person Gavin cheated with was Wendy! I lost my reason instantly, ran to Gavin's company, and barged into his office. Uninhibited moans came immediately from the lounge. I kicked the door open and saw Wendy sitting on Gavin disheveled. Rage attacked my heart. I threw everything I could touch at them. A heavy crystal award hit Wendy's head. She bled. I burst into tears too. If Gavin's betrayal chilled my heart, Wendy's betrayal made me despair. "We are best friends. Why did you do this to me?" Wendy wiped the blood from her forehead and said coldly: "I never considered you a friend." "A pampered waste. What you are best at is giving charity from high above." "I hate you. Hated you since the first meeting." I tried hard to find evidence to deny. "If you hate me, why did you take me in and tutor me back then?" Wendy sneered. "Because I like to fatten the rabbit before killing it. Why do you think you still forgot your pencils after checking so many times? Because I stole them outside the exam hall!" "What?" I was thunderstruck. Wendy shook Gavin smilingly. "There's a witness here. Gavin, you saw me take the pencils back then, right?" Gavin's face stiffened, turning his head away. "Don't be shy. You didn't tell Sunny then, so I knew you must love me." In an instant, I felt my blood flowing backward, limbs weak, almost falling directly. "I'm going to re... report you..." Gavin's face was gloomy, scolding: "Sunny! Enough!" "Think about our daughter!" After speaking, his face changed, looking around. Right, where is Joy? She should be here. Finally, we found our daughter's body under the table by checking surveillance. Turns out Gavin and Wendy were messing around in the room, leaving Joy alone outside eating dried fruit. Joy choked on a pit, banged on the door for help, but was covered by their voices. She wanted to get the water on the table, but she was too small and couldn't reach. She died silently, separated from her father by a door.
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