Chapter 1

In my previous life, I was envied by my infertile neighbor because I was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl.

She poisoned me with pesticide in the braised pork, killing me and my unborn children.

As I lay dying, I saw her viciously kicking my pregnant belly, laughing maniacally: "Ha! I'll show you what happens when you brag all day long!"

"You think you're so great because you're pregnant with twins? I'll make sure you never give birth!"

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was first diagnosed as pregnant.

In the elevator, my husband Mike was carefully supporting me: "You need to be extra careful now in your condition."

As I turned around, I saw Sarah standing behind me, opening a delivery box containing a bottle of pesticide.

At that moment, she was looking at me with a sinister gaze.

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My heart raced, and I quickly grabbed my husband Mike's arm, sobbing:

"Honey, we've been married for five years and still don't have a child. Will you leave me?"

Mike looked at me in confusion and quickly responded: "What are you talking about? How could I ever leave you? Besides, aren't we..."

I hurriedly covered his mouth, pretending to be embarrassed: "Enough, let's not air our dirty laundry in public. We'll talk about this at home!"

Sarah's mother-in-law, who was standing nearby, suddenly sneered: "Another hen that can't lay eggs!"

"Who knows what sins you've committed to be cursed with no children!"

She then shot a contemptuous glance at Sarah, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

Sarah shifted her gaze from me, lowering her eyes as if holding back something. I noticed that the delivery box in her hand was almost crushed from her grip.

My husband Mike struggled to defend me: "How dare you speak like that! My wife is not... mmph..."

Afraid that Mike would let something slip, I covered his mouth tightly again, desperately trying to signal him with my eyes. But he couldn't understand what I meant.

At this moment, Sarah's gaze returned to us, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Just then, the elevator door opened: "17th floor!"

I let out a long sigh of relief and pulled Mike, fleeing back to our apartment as fast as we could.

As soon as the door closed, Mike started scolding me:

"Why did you say such things about yourself? The doctor clearly said you're pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Why did you tell everyone you can't have children?"

He grew angrier as he continued: "And that old woman was bullying you. Why didn't you let me talk back? I can't swallow this!"

I smiled and handed him a glass of water, hoping to calm him down.

He quickly stood up to take it, his tone becoming proud: "From now on, you don't need to do any housework. Why are you bringing me water? Can't I get it myself?"

I lay down on the sofa, snuggling into his arms and pouting: "Honey, do you know the saying 'Loose lips sink ships'? We can't tell anyone about this pregnancy until it's stable, not even our parents. What if the news scares our little babies away?"

Mike dismissed my concerns: "Nonsense! I thought it was something serious. You're just being superstitious! If you won't let me tell anyone, I'll burst! I even bought a lot of candy to share with the neighbors!"

Hearing this, I immediately shouted: "No way!"

I remembered that in my previous life, as soon as I was diagnosed as pregnant, Mike had thrown a big celebration and invited the whole building for candy.

He couldn't wait to announce to the world that I was pregnant with twins, and he immediately invited his parents to come and take care of me.

It was from that time on that Sarah started staring at my belly all the time.

But back then, I was too happy to notice Sarah's envious looks and the occasional bruises that appeared on her body.

I still remember one time when she saw Mike kneeling down to tie my shoelaces outside. She came over and said with a sinister tone: "Your husband is so good to you? Well, of course, since you can bear children!"

At the time, I felt uncomfortable hearing this but didn't take it to heart.

Little did I know that from that moment on, Sarah began to resent me. She hated our harmonious marriage and the fact that I could have children.

The candy we kindly gave to their family and my gradually swelling belly all became mockery in her eyes.

But what ultimately drove her to murder was another incident.

At that time, I had just started showing, and someone in the community had posted big-character posters everywhere.

They specifically named Sarah as a "hen that can't lay eggs."

Although the property management sent people to clean it up the next day, the news had already spread throughout the community.

Out of kindness, I made a box of cupcakes and brought them to Sarah to comfort her.

Who knew that when I opened the door, I would see Sarah covered in blood, her husband and mother-in-law were beating her.

I shouted: "You can't hit her! If you continue, I'll call the police!"

But Sarah coldly pushed me out with a blank face: "Mind your own business!"

She slammed the door shut.

At the time, I only thought this person was ungrateful. I was trying to help her, and she treated me like this. I decided never to meddle in others' affairs again.

Who knew that in the afternoon, she would bring over a plate of braised pork, saying it was to thank me.

Actually, I didn't want to eat such greasy food while pregnant, but Sarah stared at me intently.

Out of politeness, I ate a piece, and soon I felt a burning sensation in my mouth and throat, and I had difficulty breathing...

It wasn't until I was dying that I realized my kindness had become showing off and gloating in her eyes.

She actually thought I deliberately went to see her being humiliated and killed me in a fit of rage.

Thinking of this, I looked at Mike seriously: "Let's sell this apartment!"

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