I killed myself after a depressive episode and was reborn the same night I gave birth.

In my previous life, I lost my retina during a natural birth, which caused me to go blind and lose my job. I worked my ass off to take care of my kid.

Yet my husband brought his lover home and enjoyed himself right in front of me.

In this new life, I heard my husband and my mother-in-law discussing outside the ward that a C-section was out of the question.

I rolled off the delivery bed and grabbed a mop to chase after my husband.

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In the middle of the night, the cries in the delivery room were heart-wrenching.

In this new life, I had to experience this bone-breaking pain again!

In my previous life, due to my severe myopia, my retinas detached during natural childbirth, causing me to go blind. The rest of my life was ruined.

Trembling, I grabbed a midwife's hand and said, "Please... I want a C-section."

"We also believe that, given your physical condition, a C-section is what's best for you. But Ms. Menzie and Mr. Jenkins wouldn't sign the consent form for the surgery, so I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."

I remembered. In my previous life, my mother-in-law, Lane Menzie, said, "It's fine if Thea goes blind. But a C-section might harm the baby."

I gritted my teeth and rolled off the delivery bed.

"Ms. Kimmons! Ms. Kimmons..."

Ignoring the midwife's obstruction, I endured the immense pain and walked out of the delivery room, grabbing a mop from the water room and rushing out.

"Maxwell! Maxwell!"

I pointed the mop handle directly at Maxwell Jenkins' nose and said, "You fucking bastard! Get over here and sign!"

Maxwell was frightened by the crazy, pregnant me.

"Thea, be careful with the baby..."

"Sign!"

I shouted loudly, and the baby in my belly kicked me.

Lane ran over crying and was about to scold me. I hit Maxwell with the mop handle, scaring him to step back several steps.

I took a deep breath. "Are you gonna sign or not?"

Maxwell adjusted his glasses and said, "Thea, I heard that babies born by C-sections are not as smart as those born naturally..."

I'm almost dying, and what he cares about is actually whether the baby will be smart or not?

I slapped his both cheeks. "Are you gonna sign or not?"

"OK! Thea, don't be mad. Calm down. You don't wanna affect the baby."

Maxwell's glasses were knocked off by me. He hurriedly squatted down to pick up his glasses and said, "Don't get angry."

He's so disgusting!

I spat and walked into the delivery room with my hands on my hips.

I heard Lane crying behind me.

"We're so unlucky... Maxwell married a shrew!"

A shrew? I'm glad I'm a shrew in this life. If I were still as cowardly as in my previous life, I would have ended up miserably.

In my previous life, I went blind after giving birth. Lane didn't ask the doctor if my vision could be restored at all. All she cared about was whether I could give birth again!

Maxwell said all that mattered was that I was OK. But he brought his mistress home and had sex with her right under my nose. After I found out, he explained that Lane wanted a grandson, and he had no choice!

What a shameless family!

I was moved by Maxwell's thoughtfulness and gentleness at the beginning, and I thought I married the right guy.

I was so stupid.

After an hour on the operating table, I successfully gave birth to a baby girl.

After I was pushed back to the ward, Lane started nagging just like in my previous life.

"We agreed that you'd give birth to a boy.

"Why did you have a C-section anyway? Now you can only give birth again after three years. Why? Why did you do that? Women nowadays are so delicate. Back then..."

"You can give birth as many times as you want. I don't care," I interrupted Lane. "But you don't get to judge me."

"How could you talk to me like this? I'm your elder! Where are your manners? Show some respect!"

"You don't deserve my respect!"

I continued to retort without giving in.

Maxwell came over and held my hand. "Thea, don't talk back. It's been hard for my mom."

"And it's been easy for me?" I broke free from his hand. "You better shut up, or I'll divorce you when I go back!"

Looking at Maxwell wiping his sweat, I gritted my teeth and said fiercely, "You won't get anything, including the baby, the house, and the money!"

Maxwell and Lane both fell silent.

Only then did I feel better. I rested for a while and told Maxwell that I wanted to book a confinement center, asking him to handle it as soon as possible.

Maxwell frowned and said, "Then... The carer my mom hired..."

"Ask Lane if she has dismissed her."

Maxwell was surprised. The expression on his face seemed to ask me how did I know.

Of course, I knew. In my previous life, Lane said that since I had given birth to a baby girl, a carer wouldn't be necessary, so she dismissed the carer and incited Maxwell to cancel his paternity leave, leaving me, a blind person, to take care of the newborn baby.

Later, Maxwell brought his lover home and had sex, and she even helped to cover it up.

I had the urge to kill her!

I said, "If I go to the confinement center, it'll save you and Lane a lot of trouble. You can go back to work, and she can do whatever she wants. The baby will be in good hands. It's good for everyone. Why are you hesitating?"

If he hesitated any longer, he wouldn't be able to book it.

Maxwell thought for a moment, nodded, and said he was on it.

I knew what he was thinking.

If I stayed in the confinement center, he could openly have an affair with his lover at my house.

That was what he wanted the most.

The next day, Maxwell told me it was settled. I just needed to wait a few more days to be discharged, and someone would come to pick me up and take me there with the baby.

I smiled and pinched Maxwell's face, "I know I can count on you."

Lane sat on the side, glaring at me as if I owed her something.

The cost would be several thousand dollars, and Maxwell could afford it.

He had money to keep a mistress but no money to arrange a confinement center for his wife?

What a joke.

When I met Maxwell, he was my client.

He was a public official, and a piece of land that the real estate company I worked for needed to acquire fell under his jurisdiction. That was how I met him.

He wasn't in a high position, but he had power alright.

I was the team leader of the project team. To make him say yes, I first invited him to dinner and drinks and then sent him some valuable gifts, but he returned them all.

I was impressed and felt something for him, but not much.

After the bidding was successful, Maxwell suddenly started to pursue me passionately.

I was a little surprised and at a loss.

The first time I went to his college class reunion with him, at the dinner table, one of his friends had a slip of the tongue.

"You look exactly like her."

After going back, I asked him non-stop who the person had referred to.

He remained silent.

At the wedding, a woman in a white dress sat in the guest seat.

I saw the unwillingness in her eyes.

I also saw the deep sadness in Maxwell's eyes.

Her face and eyes were somewhat similar to mine.

It was her.

Fortunately, after marrying Maxwell, he treated me very well, being extremely tolerant and taking care of every detail, which made me quickly forget about this.

Who hadn't experienced youth?

I had, too.

Living the future life well was the most important thing, wasn't it?

I didn't expect that after I gave birth, Maxwell would bring another woman into our lives.

I couldn't tell if she was that woman. After all, I was blind.

My gut told me she was.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I sent a message to my bestie.

I asked her to use the excuse of grabbing something to go to my house and secretly install a few pinhole cameras there.

Maxwell, I'll see who your mistress is.

In the following days, I stayed in the confinement center, enjoying my life while spending time with my baby. In my spare time, I would click on the video function on my phone to watch the surveillance footage in my house.

It was like a visual feast.

They kissed on the sofa in the living room and had sex in the second bedroom.

It seemed like I could enjoy a porn anytime, anywhere.

That woman got along quite well with Lane.

The three shared a harmonious life.

The woman wore my slippers and home clothes and drank water from my glass. I saw her deliberately leaving lipstick marks on my glass through the camera.

I felt disgusted.

At night, she often stayed overnight at my house.

She slept with my husband on my bed.

The scene was quite intense.

It was quite rare to see Maxwell so passionate and energetic.

Before I got pregnant, for him, having sex with me was like completing a task.

I even wondered if he was impotent.

Now it seemed that Maxwell wasn't impotent. He just didn't wanna have sex with me.

How humiliated!

Maxwell found all kinds of excuses to not come to the confinement center to be with me. He said he had to work overtime and had been very busy recently.

So, this was what he was doing while he was working overtime.

It must be quite exhausting.

When I received another call from Maxwell saying he had to work overtime, I told him to take it easy, or he might damage his kidneys.

After saying that, I heard Maxwell coughing on the other end of the line as if he was choked by something.

I hoped he choked to death.

He really deserved it.

However, I did make two important discoveries.

First, Maxwell's lover wasn't that woman.

I had met his lover. She was his new colleague and had always thought of herself as a junior of his. Her name was Violet Woodward.

And secondly... Maxwell wasn't the only one sneaking around at my house.

Lane had always brought an old man who often danced with her home lately.

How shameless.

Lane had been a widow at a young age. Guessed she had been lonely all these years.

She and the man often exchanged flirtatious glances in my house. She even cooked and waited on him.

Lane and Maxwell were really one of a kind.

They had turned my home into a regular place for affairs!

Shame on them!

After I returned home from the confinement center, I found that they had cleaned up the scene quite well.

But in a corner of the bathroom, I found a pregnancy test.

The result told me that Maxwell had had another baby.

He didn't waste any time at all.

I paused for a moment, stunned.

Then I pretended that nothing had happened and threw away the pregnancy test.

I knew he was trying to disgust me before he got kicked out.

I didn't care. Bitch couples deserved to stay together forever.

What I cared about was how to make him leave with nothing.