After Rebirth, I Ruined Them All

"Oucch! Right there, Gerald. Right fucking there!" Amara dug her nails into his back as he pushed himself into her.

Her legs were spread and wrapped around his waist, their weights sinking into the bed.

"I love you, Amara." He jerked inside her, beads of sweat trickling down his face. "I love you more than I love your sister," he moaned into her ear.

Amara smirked victoriously. "I know."

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"Doctor, can you repeat what you said?" Sarah tapped her ears gently. "I think my ears are faulty and causing me to mishear your words." She put her hands on the table, her chest heaving due to the anticipation within her.

The doctor chuckled and stretched a white envelope toward her. "You heard me right, Mrs. Sarah. You are two months pregnant. It's a miracle that you only just started getting the symptoms," he mumbled.

Sarah's eyes lit up, and her hands trembled as she collected the envelope from the doctor. Unhurriedly, she opened it and brought out the test result. When her eyes fell on Positive, she gasped and sprang up. "Doctor!" She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent the sound from carrying. "I am really pregnant." Tears rushed to her eyelids.

"Yes, Mrs. Sa-"

She interrupted the doctor.

"I need to go now." She put the test result into her bag. "My husband needs to hear this. I bet he will jump with joy," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Before the doctor could say another word, she had already left his office and was heading outside.

She went straight to her car and drove off.

While driving, she played her favorite gospel song and hummed along to its lyrics. For years, she had been trying to get pregnant. It had been four years of marriage, yet there was no child to show for it. Every month, she kept having her menstruation even though she wanted it to stop. She almost cried her eyes out when she saw her stained panties last month, not knowing she had already conceived.

A drop of tears of joy slid down her face. She wasn't barren. She would become a mother too.

On the highway, the journey was going smoothly. She was just a few miles away from home when she felt something was wrong with her car. Every attempt to press on the brake failed; it was stiff. Fear gripped her, and she gasped. With one hand on the steering wheel, she called her husband, Gerald. However, just as she lifted her head to focus on the road while speaking with him, a white delivery truck crashed into her. A sharp honk tore through the air. 

Then impact.

Metal slammed into metal, and her body jerked forward violently.

The car slowly began sliding over the bridge. Her breath hitched as she turned the steering wheel, hoping it would stop, ignoring the blood streaming down her head and the injuries on her body.

"Please.... Please... stop!" she stuttered, hitting