After my rebirth, I awakened the Pregnancy Swap System. I immediately used it to swap the unborn litter of a pregnant sow with my half-sister's baby.

In my previous life, she had slipped infertility drugs into my meals, leaving me barren. Then, she seduced all three of my betrotheds and got pregnant with triplets. Through her schemes, she had me thrown into the most depraved beggar's den outside the city.

The day all three of them broke off our engagements, I became the laughingstock of the entire capital. My half-sister, Jennifer Moss, was heavily pregnant and made sure to rub it in my face.

"Blame your own useless body for not giving them children. Unlike me, I've got three in here."

I died on the streets, where thousands spat on my corpse.

When I opened my eyes again, I personally delivered all three of them straight to my half-sister's bed.

"I brewed a pot of plum wine with my own hands. I know it's nothing special, but I wanted to share it with everyone today. Fiona, would you do me the honor of trying it?" Jennifer Moss stood before me, her face full of false sweetness as she held out a cup of wine.

I looked at her delicate, harmless smile and could not suppress a shiver.

In my previous life, Jennifer had tricked me into drinking this very cup at this same spring banquet. Only my cup had been laced with infertility drugs that left me writhing in abdominal pain.

The physician rushed to treat me, but he could only shake his head. "Ms. Fiona, your sudden miscarriage has damaged your body. You'll never be able to bear children again."

Jennifer immediately burst into tears. "Miscarriage? How dare you spread such lies! Fiona is an unmarried young lady. How could she possibly..."

She argued on my behalf publicly, but behind the scenes, she bribed my maidservant to step forward and claim I had been sneaking off to the Velvet Rose.

The Velvet Rose was a brothel where male courtesans serviced wealthy women.

No matter how I tried to explain, it was useless. They branded me a whore.

My three betrotheds immediately announced they were breaking off our engagements, turning me into the laughingstock of the entire city. Then, they threw me into the filthiest beggar's den outside town as punishment. I endured violation after violation from those filthy beggars until I finally died.

After my death, my soul drifted back home and I learned the truth. Jennifer was a transmigrator with a Fortune System. She had seduced all three of my betrotheds into her bed.

With her pregnancy, the three men spoiled her rotten. Using them as her backing, she forced my mother to drink poison.

After Mother and I died, she brazenly seized Mother's dowry, stole everything that was mine, and became the matriarch of the Moss household. She even had our bodies thrown into a mass grave to be devoured by wild dogs.

Thinking of my past life, I could barely contain my towering hatred. Looking at Jennifer's innocent smile now, I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and cut her into a thousand pieces to avenge myself.

Still, heaven took pity on how miserably I died in my last life and gave me a second chance. They let me come back to deal with these four scum, and I even awakened the Pregnancy Swap System.

Seeing that I had not responded, Jennifer's syrupy voice rang out again.

"You don't think it's terrible, do you, Fiona? I'm not very good at making wine, but I picked every plum myself. I chose only the best and largest ones and spent two whole months preparing this."

She looked pitiful and even managed to squeeze out a few tears.

Before I could respond, my three betrotheds stood up with darkened faces.

Quinn Hartley pointed at me angrily. "Fiona, what are you acting so high and mighty for?"

The other two, Liam Kent and Grayson Dash, joined in accusing me.

"Fiona, do you know Jennifer almost fell from a tree making this wine? If you don't want it, fine, but don't insult her!"

They were trying to force me to accept Jennifer's cup.

In my last life, these people were the ones who caused my miserable death. The three of them had been raised in the Moss household since childhood.

If I had not elevated them to the position of betrothed wards with comfortable lives, they would have starved to death on the streets long ago.

Now, they were pressuring me for the sake of an illegitimate daughter, completely disregarding my dignity.

I smiled coldly and took the cup of wine. "How could I possibly look down on the wine Jennifer made herself? But this wine is too precious for me to enjoy alone. Pour a cup for everyone."

Why should I suffer alone when we could all suffer together? After all, the wine was laced with infertility drugs.

Seeing that each of my three betrotheds had a cup in front of them, I drained mine first in one gulp.

A flicker of panic crossed Jennifer's face. She tried to stop the three men, but before she could say anything, they had already finished their wine.

Quinn even praised her after drinking. "Jennifer may not be an expert at brewing, but this plum wine is rich and mellow. It's absolutely divine."

Remembering how foolishly I had swallowed this drugged wine in my previous life, I clutched my stomach and let my face drain of color, feigning the unbearable pain I had once truly felt.

Jennifer was the first to notice my distress. "Fiona, is something wrong with the wine I made? Did it hurt you?"

Before she could finish, the three men rushed over and shielded her protectively.

Liam's cold eyes fixed on me. "Fiona, don't you dare frame Jennifer. All three of us drank that wine. Why aren't we sick?"

Of course, he felt nothing. This drug only harmed a woman's womb.

Quinn pointed at me accusingly. "You're just putting on an act to win our affection. I thought you'd turned over a new leaf by agreeing to drink Jennifer's wine, but you were just setting her up all along."

I clutched my abdomen with furrowed brows and forced out the words. "I'm not... I really am in pain."

Jennifer seized the moment. "Something's wrong with Fiona. Someone fetch the physician, quickly."

I felt a flash of triumph. After all, I had made my pain look convincing precisely to get Jennifer to say those words.

In my past life, she had bribed the physician to claim I had miscarried from sleeping around. It had damaged my body and left me unable to conceive.

This time, I paid the physician far more to speak on my command.

The physician arrived in a rush, checked my pulse, and slowly announced, "Ms. Fiona consumed too much crab, which has affected her bodily constitution. I fear she will be unable to bear children in the future. But fortunately, her overall health is unharmed."

The moment those words left his mouth, all three of my betrotheds went pale. I covered my face and wept.

Jennifer's expression twisted. After all, she had bribed the physician to spread rumors that I had been sleeping around. How had it suddenly become about eating too much crab?

The maidservant who was supposed to give false testimony was nowhere to be found.

After crying for some time, I spoke weakly to my three betrotheds. "I can no longer have children. I cannot let our engagement stand in the way of your happiness. Please seek other matches."

All three stared at me in shock.

They never expected me to be the one to end it. In the past, I had clung tightly to them, never allowing them even the thought of betraying me.

Grayson frowned. "We're not the kind of heartless people who would abandon you just because you can't have children."

The other two wore complicated expressions but echoed their refusal to break the engagement.

I knew they were dying to be rid of me, but if they dissolved our engagement the moment they learned I was barren, word would spread. Their reputation as ungrateful, heartless cads would follow them throughout the entire city.

They cared about their reputations above all else. They would never allow that to happen.

In the end, I weakly shook my head and used dizziness and exhaustion as an excuse to send them away.

That night, I claimed my health required rest and recuperation. Jennifer wasted no time seducing my three fiancés into her bed.

Less than a month later, the three men who had sworn they were not heartless came crawling back to break off our engagement.

Grayson spoke with false sincerity. "Fiona, it's not that I'm cruel enough to abandon you. It's just that I lost both my parents when I was young. I must have a child to carry on my family name."

Quinn chimed in, "Fiona, we'll do everything in our power to repay the debt we owe you. But we need heirs. We can't afford to be selfish about this."

Liam's words carried a veiled threat beneath the courtesy. "Fiona, you're a good woman. I'm sure you understand our predicament and won't make this difficult for us."

Looking at their fake, hypocritical faces, I felt nothing but disgust. I wanted nothing more than to slap each of them and vent my rage.

Before I could say anything, Jennifer walked over, her hand resting on her belly.

"Fiona, your body has failed you. You can't bear children, and you shouldn't force the three of them to sacrifice their happiness for you. But don't worry, I won't leave you all alone. Since you can't have children, I'll have them for you.

"The physician just checked my pulse. He said I'm carrying triplets. Don't worry, Fiona. I'll make sure the children respect you as their mother and care for you in your old age."

Jennifer's appearance made my stomach turn. Just like in my past life, she was shameless, flaunting her pregnancy.

She laid out the fact that she had seduced my three betrotheds right in front of me, trying to provoke me into losing my temper and lashing out at her. That way, the tiny shred of guilt the three men still felt toward me would transform into pity for her.

From then on, she could easily lord over me and do as she pleased. Too bad her plan was about to fall apart.

I glanced at her coldly and smiled. "Since you're carrying triplets, then by all means, let these three wonderful marriages go forward."

The moment I agreed to break off the engagement, news spread throughout the city that my three betrotheds had simultaneously dissolved their engagements with me to marry my half-sister instead.

I became the laughingstock of the entire city.

When the gossip reached our household and Mother heard about it, her face flushed red with distress.

I remained calm and comforted her, completely unbothered.

I knew Jennifer had orchestrated all of this deliberately, but her cheap tricks would not last long. After all, the more triumphant and smug Jennifer was today, the more miserable and desperate she would be tomorrow.

I gently took Mother's hand. "Mother, don't worry about me. Finding out what they're truly like before the wedding is actually a blessing. Now that I'm no longer engaged, I'll need your help finding me a new match."

Mother nodded firmly, determined to find me a husband better than all three of those men combined.

After Mother left, I strolled to the kitchen in high spirits to check on the pregnant sow in the pen.

When the physician diagnosed Jennifer with triplets, I had already heard the news. At the time, I happened to overhear the servants mention that one of the pigs was also pregnant.

A plan formed instantly. I decided to have the system swap the sow's litter with Jennifer's babies.

Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets.

In the days that followed, Jennifer grew unbearably arrogant, pampered beyond measure by the three men who doted on her precious triplets.

One day, she barged into my courtyard again, clutching a greasy sausage roll and ordering me to do chores.

I turned to look and saw a massive ball of flesh jiggling toward me. Jennifer was not even five months along, but she had already grown so fat that she was unrecognizable.

After the Pregnancy Swap System had placed the piglets in her womb, she began resembling a pregnant sow more and more. Pregnant sows had enormous appetites and could never eat their fill.

Jennifer devoured her meals ravenously. She ate enough for five tables at every meal, eating anything and everything indiscriminately.

If the three men had not limited what she ate, she would have ballooned to 600 pounds and been unable to walk.

I had never seen anyone grow so horrifyingly fat. Her backside was so wide she had to turn sideways to fit through doorways.

The more I looked at her, the more she resembled a fat pig. She was completely unrecognizable from the delicate, refined young lady she used to be.

Thinking about it, I could not suppress my laughter.