The Voice in My Womb

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