"Can you, a transmigrator, just disappear already?!" Liam glared at me, his face filled with disgust, as he swatted the cake I had personally baked to the ground. The two small figures I had painstakingly drawn on it lay smashed and jumbled. I stared blankly at the ruined cake, my face, I realized, was wet with tears. "Don't you dare cry in front of me. It's truly annoying!" "You've taken over my beloved's body, stolen everything that was hers. I wish I could kill you!" But I was innocent. Transmigration wasn't something I could control. Why was I being blamed for everything? 1 "What do you think I should get Liam for his birthday?" I asked Jenny, hugging a pillow to my chest, my face flushed with shyness. "Oh, looking shy, are we? So, you're going to confess to my brother on his birthday?" I buried my face deeper into the pillow and softly hummed a "yes." Liam and I had grown up together, childhood friends. Our families were close, and everyone pretty much assumed we were a couple. It was no surprise that I had fallen for him. Jenny leaped up from her chair, excitedly exclaiming, "Riley, you're finally going to be my sister-in-law! My best friend is my future sister-in-law. Is there anyone luckier than me in the world?!" I blushed, smiling shyly. "It's not a done deal yet. Maybe Liam doesn't even like me." Jenny thumped her chest, assuring me, "Riley, don't worry. My brother, that ice block, definitely likes you. I've never seen him be as gentle with anyone else as he is with you." "What do you think about me baking a cake myself? Liam isn't short on expensive gifts, nor on people to give them to him. So, I think the thought counts most. What do you say?" "Of course! I bet my brother wouldn't even want to eat it then! Want me to come help you?" "No, I want to do it all by myself. That way, it'll truly be from the heart." For the next few days, every moment outside of classes was spent at baking lessons, learning how to make the perfect cake. From awkwardly shaped blobs at first to something reasonably presentable now, I finally finished the cake on the morning of Liam's birthday. On top, I'd drawn two small figures, holding hands, with the words "Ten fingers interlocked, tightly embraced, accompanied for a lifetime" written below in English. Liam always preferred low-key celebrations, so for his birthday, he'd only invited a few close friends for a get-together. After carefully packaging the cake, I set it aside, constantly checking my phone for a message. I waited from morning until night, but no invitation from Liam arrived. I felt a strange sense of unease, refreshing my phone repeatedly. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I quickly opened it, only to see a message from Jenny. My eyes dropped, disappointment clearly visible. "Riley, my brother's birthday party is almost over. Why haven't you shown up?" "Liam didn't invite me." I stared at Jenny's message, reading each word in disbelief. The hope I had clung to finally shattered completely. "Huh? How could that be? Did my brother forget to send it to you?" Forget? No way. He invited the same people every year. Unless it was intentional, he wouldn't forget. But why would Liam do this? My heart felt like it was crawling with countless ants, sending sharp pains through me. Unbeknownst to me, my eyes had already welled up, blurring my vision. My fingers trembled as I typed, trying to find an excuse for Liam, but my tears wouldn't listen, splattering onto the phone screen. "Can you send me the address? I'll head over." "Okay, in private room 4416." Jenny then sent a location pin. I looked at the address, called my family's driver, and turned off my phone. I quickly wiped the tears from my face, picked up the cake, and walked out the door. My phone, still in my jacket pocket, kept vibrating with notifications, likely Jenny trying to comfort me. But I didn't want to look. My mind was a tangled mess, and all I wanted was to get to Liam and ask him what was going on. The evening weather had suddenly turned cold. I had rushed out, only grabbing a thin jacket, and shivered in the biting wind, pulling my collar tighter to ward off the chill. Thankfully, Uncle Bob arrived quickly. I swiftly got into the car, closed the door, and finally felt a bit of warmth. "Uncle Bob, to the Grand Hotel. Please, a little fast, thank you." Uncle Bob glanced back at the cake on the seat beside me and casually asked, "Miss, going to Liam's birthday?" I forced a smile. "Yes." "No wonder you're in such a rush. Don't worry, Miss, I'll get you there in time. That Liam, really, not even bothering to tell you in advance. Making you rush like this. He needs a good talking-to," the driver chuckled. "Yeah." 2 I stood nervously outside the private room, taking several deep breaths, trying to plaster a smile on my face. I knocked, then pushed the door open. Liam's birthday party was clearly over. Liam wasn't a fan of flashy decorations, so the room had no special setup, only a pile of gifts on the floor. I stepped inside and saw Liam sitting on the sofa, texting someone. A gentle smile played on his face, and his eyes shimmered with a soft glow. My heart sank, but I kept my expression neutral, maintaining my smile. "Liam, how come you didn't invite me to your birthday? That's so rude!" Liam looked up when he heard my voice. The gentleness vanished from his face, replaced by a slight frown. "Why are you here?" The coldness and distance in Liam's tone were undisguised. I froze, my smile faltering, trying to suppress the ache in my chest. I walked up to Liam, offering him the cake. "I came to bring you a birthday cake. I made it myself…" Before I could finish, Liam abruptly stood up and knocked the cake to the floor. "Get away from me!" I stared blankly at the ruined cake on the ground, my face, I realized, was covered in tears. Why had it come to this? Everything had been fine just a month ago. All I'd been doing was learning how to bake a cake, and now, suddenly, everything had changed. "Crying? How dare you even cry?" I looked up at Liam in disbelief. The disgust in his eyes was like a sharp sword, piercing my heart. It hurt so much, so much… "Why?" Liam scoffed as if he'd heard a joke. "Fine, you want to know why? I'll tell you." His voice was low and menacing. "My kindness towards you for the past three years was all for this moment, to humiliate you right to your face." His eyes narrowed. "Riley Jenkins, every time I called you 'Riley' I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to kill you with my own hands!" He snarled. "You've taken over my beloved's body, stolen everything that was hers. I'll make you, a shameless transmigrator, pay the price!" Yes, I was a transmigrator. In my original world, I was an orphan, alone and friendless. After a car accident, I woke up in this world. The Riley Jenkins of this world was born into a family that adored her, surrounded by loving parents and friends. No one knew how terrified I was when I first woke up in that hospital, facing unfamiliar surroundings and people. But gradually, I began to acquire all of the original Riley's memories, almost forgetting my past life. Over time, I truly started to believe I belonged to this world. So, I shamelessly usurped "Riley Jenkins'" life. I thought this secret would forever remain mine, but it turns out, it was a joke from the very beginning. I don't remember how I got back. After Liam finished speaking, I just left, abandoning myself there. I only remember how cold the wind was that day, its chill seeping through my skin and into my heart. 3 "Riley, Riley! Can you hear me? You have a fever. We need to go to the hospital, okay?" So, that's why I felt so awful. I had a fever. I struggled to open my eyes and saw Jenny's worried face. I tried to force a smile, hoping to reassure her. "It's nothing. I just need to lie down a bit longer." "No, we have to go to the hospital. You're burning up. It must be a high fever." Jenny touched my forehead, her expression serious. Jenny asked our two other roommates to call in sick for us, then helped me out of bed and called an Uber. I wore a mask, leaning weakly against Jenny, my head throbbing. "Jenny, if I weren't Riley, would you still be this good to me?" Jenny frowned, checked my forehead again, then hers for comparison. "You really are burning up. No wonder you're talking nonsense." At the hospital, my temperature was 103.1°F. I lay in the hospital bed, an IV drip in my arm. I watched Jenny bustling around the room for me, pouring hot water, buying me porridge. My eyes welled up. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Jenny, finishing her tasks, stretched and noticed my tears. She rushed to my side. "Are you feeling unwell somewhere else?" I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the tears. But as I saw the worry in Jenny's eyes, the tears still rolled down like broken pearls, my shoulders beginning to tremble, my body shaking uncontrollably. "Riley, what's wrong? Don't scare me." Jenny hugged me, patting my back, repeatedly asking what was wrong. After finally calming down, I pulled away from Jenny, wiped my tears, and explained, "Nothing's wrong. I'm just touched." Jenny paused, surprised by my answer, then laughed. "Because when I was little, I got sick once. My family wasn't home, and you found me and took me to the hospital." Jenny's words struck me like a lightning bolt, leaving me utterly shattered. Jenny saw my stunned expression and thought I had simply forgotten the incident. "Oh, it's not a big deal, really. But from that day on, I decided we'd be best friends for life." My mind was a tangled mess, I didn’t know how to speak. Jenny’s worried gaze felt like countless sharp swords, slowly tearing me apart. Just then, the door opened. I turned my head and saw Liam walk in. Panic flashed in my eyes as I lay helplessly in the hospital bed. Why was he here? Was he here to expose me? "Bro, you're here." "Yeah." "Well… I'll head out then. You two chat." Jenny winked at me, then left the hospital, leaving Liam and me alone. I wasn't so naive as to think Liam had come on his own. Jenny must have tricked him into coming. We stared at each other for a long time. I wanted to say so much, but in the end, I swallowed all the words. "I'm sorry…" I couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere in the room anymore and spoke first. A thousand words could only be condensed into those three. Liam’s eyes were beautiful. When he smiled, the corners tilted up, like charming, soulful eyes. But when he didn't smile, his gaze became cold, sharp, calm, and indifferent. When he heard my apology, his suppressed anger seemed to ignite. "Riley Jenkins, does 'sorry' help? Can you get out of her body and give her back to me?" I didn't know what to do. I could only cover my face and cry, begging him not to tell anyone. "I'm so sorry, so sorry. Please, don't tell Jenny and my parents…" Liam scoffed as if he'd heard a joke. "The day you took over her body, you should have expected the day you'd be exposed." His voice was chilling. "Not only will they know, but I'll make sure everyone you know finds out what a selfish, disgusting person you are." "Liam, I beg you, please don't tell them? I promise I'll stay far away from you." I ripped out the IV needle in the back of my hand. My legs gave out as I tried to get out of bed, and I fell to the floor, having to brace myself with my arms. Liam walked over and knelt down, pinching my chin. He saw my tear-streaked face and smiled with satisfaction, then forcefully shoved my face away. The fingers that had touched my face vigorously rubbed on my clothes, as if I were something dirty. His grip was strong, and the skin where he had touched burned with pain. I gasped. Liam seemed very pleased with my pathetic state. "This is just the beginning. From now on, I'll make you pay back double, make you regret ever coming to this world."
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