On the day I received my prenatal test results, I heard a voice from inside my belly—my unborn child speaking to me.

'Mom, Dad will divorce you as soon as you give birth to me. His true love can't have children. That's why he married you. You're just a tool to give birth. Once I'm born, he'll divorce you, take me away, and go live happily ever after with her.'

I believed every word.

Without hesitation, I chose divorce.

For nine months, I focused on carrying the pregnancy, planning to raise the child on my own. But on the day I went into labor, something went terribly wrong.

The doctor said the baby was premature, and the position was dangerously abnormal.

"The baby keeps flipping around inside you," she said. "It's like it's deliberately putting you through hell."

Eight hours of emergency treatment accomplished nothing.

In the end, it was a difficult labor—both mother and child died.

As my consciousness faded, I heard that voice again. 'Haha. Dad never cheated at all. I lied to you.'

Why would a child lie?

I couldn't understand it, not even at the moment of death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I first received the prenatal test report.

The Voice in My Womb

"Ms. Brooks, congratulations! You're going to be a mother. The report shows you're already a little over two months pregnant. From now on, you'll need to watch your diet and take good care of the baby," the doctor said gently.

Her voice drifted past my ears. I jerked my head up and stared at the report in her hand.

Only then did I dare to believe it.

I had been reborn.

The very next second, I heard a voice inside my womb. 'Mom, Dad will divorce you as soon as you give birth to me.'

Hearing the exact same words I had heard in my previous life, a chill swept through my body.

The agony of dying on the operating table had not faded yet.

Before I could even process it, the voice sounded again. 'His true love can't have children. That's why he married you. You're just a tool to give birth. Once I'm born, he'll divorce you, take me away, and go live happily ever after with her.'

In my last life, the moment I heard those words, I went straight to my husband and asked for a divorce.

No matter how he explained or begged, I believed the child completely, without a shred of doubt.

It was only right before I died that I learned the truth.

Everything had been a lie.

Why would the child do this?

In this life, I had to find out.

Noticing the change in my expression, the doctor asked with concern, "Ms. Brooks, are you feeling all right? Are you too excited by the news? Would you like me to prescribe some glucose?"

I gently placed a hand over my lower abdomen and asked after a brief pause, "Doctor, is this baby normal?"

She froze for a moment, clearly confused. "Do you mean the baby's health?"

My mind flashed back to my last life—the extreme abnormal position of the fetus, and the doctor's words that it almost seemed like the baby was deliberately tormenting me inside my body.

In the end, both of us had died on the operating table.

If I chose not to keep this child in this life, would the outcome be different?

I nodded and said slowly, "This pregnancy was unexpected. I'm not prepared yet, and I'm worried something might go wrong. If I were to terminate the pregnancy—"

Before I could finish, a sharp pain tore through my lower abdomen.

My insides churned violently, as if an invisible hand were squeezing my organs.

The next second, the voice rang out again. 'Mom, what were you trying to say to the doctor? You're not thinking of getting rid of me, are you? I wouldn't like that.'

The pain doubled instantly. My whole body collapsed into the chair, unable to move.

Only then did I understand.

The child was listening to everything around me from inside my womb.

The moment I showed even a hint of not wanting him, he would drag me down with him.

Seeing my distorted expression, the doctor finally realized how serious the situation was. "Ms. Brooks, how are you feeling right now? If your body isn't suitable for pregnancy, I recommend putting your health first. You can always have children later."

Clenching my teeth and forcing myself to endure the pain, I said, "I'm fine. I can handle it. Please prescribe some more glucose and nutritional supplements. I need to make sure the baby is healthy."

The instant I finished speaking, the pain vanished.

The voice returned once more. 'That's more like it, Mom. You have to take good care of yourself and hold on until the day I'm born.'

Sweat soaked through my back. I didn't dare say another reckless word because I knew he was always listening.

Just then, my husband's text message came through. 'Honey, I've got a class reunion tonight. I'll be home late.'

In my last life, that message became the fuse that ignited our divorce.

I immediately believed the voice inside my womb, convinced my husband was out on a date with another woman, and filed for divorce that very night.

This time, I would not repeat that mistake.

I picked up my phone and replied, 'Okay. I'll wait for you to come home.'

A Life That Isn't Mine

I didn't hear my husband come home until four in the morning. He moved quietly, careful not to wake me.

After washing up, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, then slipped under the covers and wrapped an arm around me before falling asleep.

At that moment, the child's voice echoed in my mind again.

'Mom, Dad just got back from sleeping with his true love. How can you sleep so peacefully? If you ask me, you should divorce him right now and run away with me. When I grow up, I'll repay you for everything.'

Hearing the child's thoughts overlap so perfectly with what I remembered from my previous life, I didn't dare show the slightest reaction.

I replayed everything that had happened back then.

After I asked Daniel Carter for a divorce, he was surprised, but he respected my decision. He even agreed to leave with nothing. Afterward, he sent me a generous living allowance every month.

At the time, Daniel didn't even know I was pregnant. He only learned the truth after he received the news that both the baby and I died on the operating table.

From that day on, he completely lost his mind.

Remembering how he had acted in my previous life, I couldn't help but look at him again with fresh eyes.

Had he really never cheated on me?

I decided that after waking up tomorrow, I would talk to Daniel properly.

But when I opened my eyes, he was already gone to work.

There was a voice message from him on my phone. "Honey, breakfast is ready on the dining table. I also prepared some milk for you. It's in the kitchen."

As soon as the child heard Daniel's message, he suddenly became restless inside my belly.

'Mom, he's just putting on a show for you! He actually went out to meet his lover! Mom, hurry up and divorce him! Only you can take good care of me!'

The more agitated the child became, the more certain I felt that something was wrong.

He was pushing me toward divorce for one reason—to make sure that when I went into labor, I would have no one by my side.

So I would be completely alone, helpless, and die on the operating table just like before.

In this life, no matter what, I had to rewrite my fate.

On my way to the company, an elderly man in a robe suddenly grabbed my arm. His face was pale with panic.

He said urgently, "You shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you!"

I jumped in fright, having no idea what he meant.

I assumed it was some new kind of scam and turned to leave, but he clutched my wrist tightly and shouted at me, "This life doesn't belong to you! You must leave at once!"

His crazed intensity sent chills across my skin, and I stumbled backward several steps.

I thought I had run into a madman, but his expression was too serious to be a joke.

I stood there, stunned, replaying his words over and over.

This life didn't belong to me? Did he know I had been reborn?

Was he saying that even after being given a second chance, my life was still not in my own hands?

A crushing sense of fear closed in around me.

Just as I opened my mouth to question him further, the old man turned and vanished around the corner.

Before I could think any more about it, the child's voice pulled me back to reality. 'Mom, who were you talking to?'

The Proof in My Womb

A sharp, searing pain tore through my lower abdomen.

I knew it.

The thing inside me was suspicious again, deliberately trying to scare me. 'Mom, if I find out you're doing anything behind my back that could hurt me, I'll get angry.'

The voice in my head grew more violent, more unhinged—nothing like what a child's thoughts should sound like.

At that moment, I made up my mind. No matter what it took, I had to find out what was really inside my body.

Fighting down the nausea and panic, I pulled out my phone and called my supervisor. "Mr. Morrison, I need to take a sick day today."

Then, I sent my husband a text. 'Darling, there's something I need to talk to you about in person.'

After that, I hailed a cab and went straight to the hospital.

The entire ride, the voice inside my womb kept interrogating me. 'Mom, where are you going? I'm your child. You're not thinking about abandoning me again, are you?'

Wave after wave of stabbing pain rolled through my abdomen. Sweat soaked my forehead, but I clenched my teeth and didn't make a sound.

I had to know what this thing really was.

I had already registered online in the cab. When the doctor saw me—pale, drenched in sweat—she visibly startled.

"Ms. Brooks, why do you look so awful?" she asked. "Have you been taking the supplements I prescribed? Is your morning sickness that severe?"

Before I could answer, the voice inside me roared, 'Mom, why are you seeing the doctor again? Was I right? Are you really planning to get rid of me?'

Instantly, a violent tearing pain exploded in my abdomen. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor.

The doctor immediately called for a nurse, and they helped me to a chair.

"Ms. Brooks," the doctor said seriously, "your pregnancy symptoms are extremely intense. You need to think carefully about whether you should continue this pregnancy. The mother's health is the priority. I suggest you recover first, and then—"

I cut her off.

"This baby must stay," I said firmly. "I came here today for pregnancy support injections. No matter what, I'm having this child."

The moment the words left my mouth, the pain vanished.

The voice returned, suddenly sweet. 'Mom, I misunderstood you. Then, you have to protect me properly, okay? If I ever find out you're trying to abandon me, I'll be very angry.'

The doctor quickly arranged the injection.

Just before the nurse led me away, I grabbed a pen and scribbled a sentence on a piece of paper.

'I want an amniocentesis. Test the baby's DNA.'

The doctor frowned in confusion and opened her mouth to ask questions.

I immediately reached out and covered her lips, giving her a pointed look to stay silent.

If the thing inside me heard even a hint of this, I doubted I'd live to see tomorrow.

The doctor had no choice but to comply and perform the amniocentesis.

Since the results wouldn't be ready until the afternoon, I decided to go home first to confess everything to my husband.

The moment I stepped inside, I heard raised voices arguing.

When I entered the room, I caught my husband hastily hanging up a call.

A flash of panic crossed his eyes, but he recovered almost instantly. Smiling gently, he said, "Honey, why are you back so early? You said you had something to tell me. What is it?"

I opened my mouth, about to tell Daniel everything.

Before I could speak, the voice interrupted again. 'Mom, what are you going to say to Dad? Before that, why don't you take a look at what's inside his suit jacket?'

Alarm bells went off in my head.

I forced a casual smile and said to Daniel, "Could you pour me a glass of water first? Then, I'll tell you slowly."

The moment he walked out of the room, I went straight for his suit jacket.

In the next second, I froze. Inside the pocket was a pair of women's underwear—clearly not mine.

Before I could think, the voice spoke again.

'I told you Dad is cheating. If his true love weren't infertile, he never would've married you. What you need to do now is divorce him and raise me on your own. Mom, I'm your child. Why would I lie to you?'

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was the test result from the doctor.

'Probability of biological parent-child relationship: 99.99%.'