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    “It hurts a little, but it’s not bad enough to rush to the hospital.” Her voice was light,ced with gratitude.


    She met his gaze, sincerity shining in her eyes.


    “An, tonight has been incredible. Thank you. This is the most special, unforgettable birthday I’ve ever had. I’ll treasure it forever.”


    Growing up, her birthdays had always been simple—just her and a tiny cake, a single candle, the two of them huddled together as they whispered their wishes. That was all.


    Later, when she was with Brian, birthdays became extravagant disys of wealth. Luxury gifts—jewelry, designer bags—all carefully selected by Ronald, never by Brian himself.


    They were expensive, yet empty.


    As soon as her phone had enough charge, Rachel powered it on, only to find multiple missed calls from Natalia.


    Her eyes widened as she quickly returned the call.


    “Hello, Natalia!”


    Natalia’s groggy voice came through the line.


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    “Rachel, where on earth did you go?” She let out a sleepy sigh. “I’ve been waiting for you forever, but you never showed up. Where are you now?”


    “Outside your house,” Natalia muttered, shifting drowsily.


    Rachel sat up straighter.


    “You’ve been waiting this whole time? Why didn’t you call me earlier?”


    “I wanted to surprise you!” Natalia huffed, sounding both tired and mildly upset. “How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t evene home?”


    Rachel bit her lip, guilt creeping in.


    “I’ll give you the door code. Go inside and get some rest, or have your driver pick you up. I’m staying out tonight and won’t be back until morning.”


    Natalia stretched her arms with a sleepy yawn.


    “Oh, then I’m sleeping in your bed.”


    “Go ahead. Just make sure to lock up and stay safe.”


    “Got it. See you tomorrow,” Natalia murmured before hanging up.


    Rachel lowered her phone, her chest tightening with emotion. Her vision blurred as warmth flooded her heart.


    This birthday… it was different.


    For the first time, she felt genuinely cherished, surrounded by people who truly cared.


    Later that night, after An left, Lizzie slipped into Rachel’s tent. She crawled onto the bed without hesitation, pressing close like a child seekingfort.


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