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.

Jennifer instantly flew into a rage. "Fiona, what are you laughing at? These triplets I'm carrying are precious. You're just jealous because all three of your betrotheds fell for me instead. You'll never be able to have children, but I'm carrying three at once!

"Now, I'm the mistress of the Moss household, and you're just an old maid no one will marry. No one in this city would dare take you as a wife. After all, who would marry a barren woman with a ruined reputation?"

I immediately lowered my head. "I know my condition makes it hard for me to marry. All I can do is take care of you, Jennifer. I hope that as your sister, you'll let me have a place in the Moss household."

Seeing me so humble, Jennifer laughed triumphantly. That laugh sounded even more like a pig's squeal.

Afterward, I was sent to work in the kitchen.

I took the opportunity to use 'pleasing Jennifer' as an excuse to hire the best chef in the city at great expense and host a banquet for the noble families, inviting them to taste fine cuisine.

Just as I predicted, the banquet had barely begun the next day when Jennifer, who had been in the back courtyard, heard that I had brought in a famous chef.

She immediately forgot everything else and rushed to the front hall.

With a series of loud thumps, everyone watched as a woman as fat as a pig waddled out.

Everyone froze in shock.

One young lord asked, "Ms. Fiona, did you dress up a pig in clothes to entertain us?"

I suppressed my laughter and replied with a straight face. "Lord Griffin, this is my half-sister, Jennifer. She's a bit plump, isn't she? Even a sow carrying ten piglets isn't this fat!"

The entire hall erupted in laughter. Even the three men at her side were mocked. Their faces flushed dark red, but they still awkwardly tried to defend Jennifer.

Liam spoke up righteously. "Jennifer is the only woman in the city carrying triplets. She's incredibly fortunate."

Jennifer's confidence returned. "I got pregnant with triplets right away. If you're going to laugh at anyone, laugh at my sister, who can't even conceive."

She was still gloating when she suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out.

"Ah! I... the pain is unbearable... It hurts so much!"

The three men immediately panicked and rushed to check on Jennifer's condition.

Seeing this, I reminded them, "Jennifer, why are you wet down there? Your water just broke. Don't call for the physician. Get the midwife for the delivery."

The three men hurriedly carried Jennifer back to her room together. Her agonized screams from inside grew louder and louder.

The three of them gathered outside the door, listening to the screams while discussing how to divide the three children among themselves.

Quinn spoke first. "I was the first one with her, so the first baby born should have my surname."

Liam clenched his fists, his expression dark. "Why should it? We should do blood tests to determine paternity!"

The three began arguing heatedly. I had been leisurely drinking tea in my room, but I quickly rushed out.

After all, I was far more eager to see these babies than those three men were.

The moment I stepped through the door, the midwife looked at the newborn and immediately collapsed to the floor.