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. 0 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!” 0
Hearing my words, Mike immediately jumped up from the sofa: “The housing market has dropped 30% in the past two years, and you want to sell now?” “If we sell now, we’ll even lose money on the interest!” I covered my face and remained silent for a while before saying tearfully: “Whether you believe it or not, I had a dream that if we continue living here, something will happen to me and the baby. I’m on edge every day and can’t even sleep well.” “Besides, I suggested selling the apartment at a higher price two years ago, saying it would definitely drop in value. You didn’t believe me, and now look, it’s really dropped by 300,000. If we sell now and buy back in two years, we might even make some profit!” Hearing my words, Mike fell silent, lost in thought. I lowered my gaze and tugged at his shirt: “I’m pregnant with twins. This apartment is only about 750 square feet, which isn’t enough for four people. Since everything has dropped in price, why don’t we sell now, keep the money, and buy a bigger place in two years? Isn’t that good?” Mike, who had been adamantly against it before, softened when he saw me like this: “If you really want to move, that’s fine, but it’s not easy to sell a house right now. Even if we want to sell, it won’t happen overnight.” He stroked my head and sighed deeply: “You’re just pregnant and prone to overthinking. But you’re right, since heaven has blessed us with two children, I, as a father, should work hard to get you all a bigger house!” “I’ll list the apartment with a real estate agency tomorrow.” That night, Mike held me as he fell into a deep sleep, but I lay awake all night. The past played out before me like a movie, scene by scene, as I pondered how to break this deadlock. After all, I was in the light and she was in the dark. I didn’t know when she would strike to harm me. Moreover, houses weren’t selling well now, so even if I wanted to sell, we couldn’t move out immediately. I still had to be her neighbor for a while. If we were to rent, it would increase our monthly expenses by at least two or three thousand. Adding that to the mortgage, car loan, property management, and utilities, it would come to over ten thousand a month, leaving Mike and me with almost nothing left. We would need a large sum of money for the birth of the children in the future. It was already beyond my expectations that Mike agreed to sell the house. It would be even harder to convince him that we should rent a place when we already own a home, spending thousands more each month. If I told him the truth about my rebirth, he would certainly worry and send me to see a doctor. He never believed in supernatural things. I sighed deeply. Now, the only option was to find a way to sell the house at a discount before I started showing, without arousing Sarah’s suspicion. Or to find the real culprit who framed Sarah. Suddenly, I remembered the Buddha statue I had seen in Sarah’s home in my previous life. As I thought about it, a rough plan began to form in my mind. The next day, I took a day off and invited a Taoist priest from the city to perform a ritual at our home. To attract Sarah’s attention, I deliberately led the priest around the community, pretending to be checking the feng shui. Sure enough, we ran into Sarah. She looked at me in surprise, her voice tinged with mockery when she spoke: “I thought you college graduates didn’t believe in these things. What’s on your mind, getting a Taoist priest to perform rituals?” Then she looked at me eagerly: “Is there some trouble at home?” She looked as if she couldn’t wait for me to have some misfortune. Seeing that she had taken the bait, I pretended to be sad and let a tear fall: “I have no choice. My mother-in-law said if I don’t get pregnant this year, she’ll make Mike divorce me.” “Yesterday at the hospital, the doctor said my uterus is small and it’s difficult for me to conceive. They didn’t even prescribe any medication. I can only try other methods now.” Hearing this, her expression became kinder, and she pulled me aside, not letting me leave. “I saw your husband being so nice to you the other day. Doesn’t he stand up for you when your mother-in-law treats you like this?” I scoffed, pretending to be disheartened: “That’s all just for show in front of others. He’s a mama’s boy, always listening to his mother.” I rolled up my sleeve, revealing the bruise from the pregnancy check-up: “To be honest, I’ve had so many injections and tests over the years trying to get pregnant. I’ve had enough!” “Once, I even had a fight with my husband. I said why doesn’t he get checked, maybe he has a problem too. He got so angry he hit me!” Hearing this, Sarah’s eyes widened: “Your husband hits you too?” I lowered my voice: “Don’t tell anyone else, it’s embarrassing!” “I need to go back home with the priest to perform the ritual now. We’ll chat another time!” I turned to leave, a smile playing on my lips. The best way to make someone not envy you is to show weakness, to make them think you’re no better off than they are, or even worse. It’s best if they think they have a little secret about you; that way, they’ll feel you’re safe. 0
After sending the Taoist priest away, I deliberately brought a plate of cupcakes to Sarah. At this time, her husband hadn’t come home from work yet, so I hopefully wouldn’t run into a domestic violence situation like last time. She opened the door and looked at me with delight, while her mother-in-law rolled her eyes at me: “How unlucky, another hen that can’t lay eggs.” “You really can only make friends with this kind of trash!” Sarah laughed awkwardly, but I keenly noticed the hatred in her eyes. I quickly handed the cupcakes to Sarah: “I came to tell you that we might be moving out soon. The Taoist master I invited today said our apartment isn’t good for having children, and told us to move somewhere else.” “We’ve already listed the house. In the next few days, people will be coming to view it. I hope we won’t disturb you too much.” Hearing this, Sarah’s mother-in-law rolled her eyes at me again, throwing some melon seed shells at me: “What nonsense! You can’t have children, so you blame the sky, the earth, and now even the house. How ridiculous!” “If you were my daughter-in-law, I would have told my son to divorce you long ago!” Hearing this, I seemed to remember something. Right! In my previous life, even though Sarah’s mother-in-law despised her for not being able to have children and her husband often beat her, I never heard anything about divorce. When a woman is infertile, but the man doesn’t want a divorce, there’s only one reason: the source of infertility is with the man. I tentatively asked: “Why don’t you try my method? The Taoist master also said my husband needs to go to the hospital for a check-up. From his birth chart, his children’s palace isn’t good, naturally he’ll have few offspring…” Before I could finish, Sarah’s mother-in-law used a broom to sweep me out the door, slamming it shut: “This is absolutely ridiculous! How dare you, a mere woman, speak ill of a grown man!” Seeing her reaction, I had a guess in my mind. It must be Sarah’s husband who is infertile. The mother and son knew this but didn’t want to bear the reputation, so they said it was Sarah’s problem and naturally abused her. As for the big-character posters in the community, were they posted by someone else or was it a self-directed show by the mother and son? Thinking of this, I immediately ordered some mini cameras and waited for nightfall to install them discreetly on the door plate when no one was paying attention. They were very inconspicuous, almost impossible to notice. The cameras were positioned to clearly view the movements at Sarah’s door. The next day, I went to work as usual. When I returned home, I found a talisman pasted on my door. The talisman was covered in red blood spots, looking very ominous. I was terrified and quickly called Mike. When Mike saw it, he was furious and was about to tear it off. Remembering the online rumors about talismans, I quickly stopped him, afraid it might bring bad luck. I took a photo and sent it to the Taoist master. The master’s reply made my blood run cold: “This is an exorcism talisman. Someone is treating you as an evil spirit and trying to suppress you! Light three incense sticks, explain the situation clearly, and then tear it off. That should be fine.” Exorcism? My mind immediately flashed to the image of Sarah’s mother-in-law chasing me away with a broom. Checking the video recorded by the camera, to my surprise, it was Sarah who had pasted the talisman on our door. I had already tried so hard to hide myself and even tried to be nice to her. Why would she do this to me? An idea popped into my head. Could it be that she thought her infertility was caused by the feng shui of our house? My heart sank. If she believed I was the source of her misfortune, she might try to harm me again. 0
Just then, a disgusting scene appeared on the screen. Not long after Sarah left, her husband came out of their apartment. A woman, whose appearance clearly suggested an illegal profession, was tugging at the belt of his beer belly as they headed towards the emergency exit. Indescribable sounds could be heard. Ten minutes later, the woman’s phone rang with a PayPal notification of $50 received. Mike saw this and quickly covered my eyes: “Why are you watching such filthy things? It’ll dirty your eyes. That’s not good!” I looked at these scenes thoughtfully, stopping Mike: “Don’t tear off the talisman behind. If we have a clear conscience, we shouldn’t fear these things. Don’t worry about this, I know how to deal with her.” The next day, I invited the Taoist priest to our home again to perform a ritual. I deliberately left our door open, hoping to attract Sarah’s attention. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before I saw a figure lingering in the corridor, sneaking around. I pretended not to see her and kept kowtowing with the Taoist priest. At this moment, she couldn’t resist coming in: “Hey, what are you doing?” I made a mysterious “shh” sound: “The Taoist master said an evil spirit entered our house yesterday, but thankfully, a kind person gave us a talisman that suppressed it. Today, he’s going to exorcise the spirit. It will make selling our house much smoother.” Hearing my words, her eyes, which had been lowered due to guilt, suddenly lit up. “Really? I was going to warn you yesterday. I didn’t expect the person who pasted the talisman was doing a good deed?” I nodded vigorously, and she seemed to completely relax. Just then, the Taoist priest turned and saw her, his face changing dramatically: “Young lady, you… you…” She saw the priest’s expression and was startled: “What’s wrong with me?” The priest composed himself: “I see that your fortune is deep. It’s no harm to reveal a bit. Your children’s palace has been invaded. There might be evil spirits or demons harming your offspring. You need to bathe in moonlight every day after midnight to enhance your children’s fortune. Remember, you must not let anyone see you when you go out!” Sarah’s face turned pale: “You mean I don’t have children because of evil spirits? And bathing in moonlight can help? I don’t need to ask you to perform a ritual?” The priest waved his peach wood sword: “Don’t worry! For mere small ghosts, the method I taught you is enough. Why spend money? This old Taoist doesn’t work for money, I believe in the great Dao of our ancestors!” Hearing this, Sarah’s eyes brightened, and she kept bowing and thanking him. I curved my lips slightly. I had observed for several days that Sarah’s husband would find a prostitute at 11:50 PM on odd-numbered days, and today was an odd-numbered day. I was waiting to see a good show. After Sarah left, I gave the Taoist priest an extra hundred dollars as a reward for his performance. That night at midnight, I forced myself to stay awake despite feeling sleepy. Sure enough, I witnessed a good show. Sarah’s husband had just taken that prostitute to the emergency exit. Less than ten minutes later, Sarah also came out, and the two groups ran into each other. Sarah rushed over and started pulling the prostitute’s hair violently. The prostitute didn’t back down either, grabbing Sarah’s waist and headbutting her, cursing all the while: “You yellow-faced hag can’t take care of your own man, why are you hitting me?” “Your man said you’re like a dead fish in bed. If he wasn’t shooting blanks, he wouldn’t want you! If I were you, I’d have divorced him eight hundred times already. Being a whore is better than being you!” Hearing this, Sarah was stunned: “You bitch, who says Jack can’t have children? How dare you say that about my man? I’ll tear your mouth apart!” The fox-like woman sneered: “Your man is a eunuch, and you’ve been sleeping with him for so long without knowing? Why else would he pay me? He’s so short, soft, and has no volume. Only you don’t mind!” Sarah was dumbfounded. She burst into tears and started throwing her shoes at Jack.
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