My so-called best friend got pregnant out of wedlock, and I, being the kind-hearted fool, let her stay in my spare apartment. Only to find out the baby in her belly belonged to my mama’s boy husband. My mother-in-law, who was obsessed with male heirs, told me I was useless, worse than a stray dog. The day after I desperately refused to divorce, the deep freeze apocalypse hit. They threw me out, watching with cold eyes as I froze to death, turning into an ice sculpture. But fate gave me a second chance, along with one wish. “I just wish my best friend gets pregnant with six babies.” The moment I heard my best friend, Seraphina, had her prenatal check-up and discovered she was carrying six babies, I knew. I knew I had been reborn, and Seraphina’s wish for a blessed pregnancy had also come true. “Chloe, thank you so much for letting me stay in your apartment for free, and for coming with me to my appointments.” Seraphina hadn’t revealed her true colors yet, looking genuinely grateful as she gazed at me. I forced back the rising nausea and hatred, managing a seemingly natural smile. “We’re sisters, your problems are my problems.” Back home, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, and my husband, Brandon, were beyond thrilled to hear about Seraphina’s six-baby pregnancy. Eleanor clapped her hands, cackling with glee: “Seraphina is truly amazing! More children are wonderful, aren’t they? Carrying on the family name, ensuring a booming household!” Then, she shot me a venomous glare. “Unlike some people, who’ve been married for two years with no sign of a baby. Just freeloading off us for so long, you’re not even as useful as a dog. At least a dog can get pregnant and have puppies!” Brandon, my pathetic mama’s boy husband, scoffed, “Why are you just standing there like an idiot? Mom gets annoyed just looking at you. If you can’t have kids, can’t you at least cook?!” I bit back my anger, adopting the pleading tone I’d used in my past life. “I was thinking… what if Seraphina stayed in the empty apartment next door? What do you think, Mom?” Eleanor’s expression softened, feigning reluctance. “Fine, I guess. There’s an old superstition back in our hometown that if you take care of a pregnant woman, some of her fertility luck might rub off on you. From now on, you can go take care of Seraphina and catch some of her good fortune!”
In my previous life, my pregnant-out-of-wedlock best friend had cried to me, claiming her baby daddy abandoned her and she was suicidal. I pitied her, decided to help her out, and let her live next door to lend a hand. I was confused by my mother-in-law and mama’s boy husband’s unusual excitement but didn’t think deeply about it. Not until I saw Brandon, Seraphina, and my mother-in-law had formed a three-person group chat. The group name? “Our Loving Family.” That’s when I finally understood. The father of the child in my best friend’s belly was Brandon. They had been seeing each other behind my back for half a year. I confronted the three of them. My mother-in-law, obsessed with male heirs, yanked my hair and started screaming obscenities: “You useless hen! How dare you ask when you can’t even have a child! Do you want the [Family Name] legacy to die out because of you, you pathetic excuse for a wife?!” I tried to get Brandon to help, but he just sided with his mom, pinning me to the floor. “My mom said I need a woman to bear my children. If you can’t, I’ll find your best friend to do it. It’s all the same. Show my mom some respect; it wasn’t easy for her to raise me.” My back was injured, leaving me unable to move in bed. I planned to call the police, but due to extreme blizzard conditions, they never arrived. The next day, the deep freeze apocalypse began. The entire apartment complex started emergency heating early. The roads outside were already covered in heavy snow, and the news announced that the extreme weather would last for a long time. Residents were warned to stay indoors and conserve food and water. Eleanor and Brandon conspired together. “Son, one more person means one more mouth to feed. We can’t let my grandchild go without. Chloe is useless, let’s just kick her out and let her fend for herself.” “Mom, I’ll do whatever you say!” It was below negative thirty degrees Fahrenheit outside; going out meant certain death. No matter how much I begged Brandon, he just repeated: “My mom said you’re just one more mouth to feed!” Within ten minutes, I was hypothermic, frozen solid into an ice statue. But God had eyes. I was reborn. And I was given a wish. My wish was for my best friend, Seraphina, to be blessed with a continuous stream of pregnancies, six at a time. Just wait. My revenge had only just begun.
I immediately had Seraphina move into Brandon’s house instead of the apartment next door. My mother-in-law, as expected, was overjoyed. She warmly held Seraphina’s hand. “Oh, just look at that big backside of yours, definitely the type to bear sons! If all six babies are boys, I’ll be over the moon every single day!” I didn’t show any suspicion, pretending to be completely clueless. Whatever Seraphina craved, I cooked, acting like a complete idiot, even eagerly offering to be the children’s godmother. No matter how much Seraphina and Brandon flirted and put on a show in private, Every night after they fell asleep, I’d get up to scout for a shelter. Counting down the days, the deep freeze apocalypse was only two weeks away. I looked at the one million dollars my father had left me as a dowry and decided to use it to build a comfortable, warm shelter. First, I chose my old family’s abandoned air-raid shelter as my survival spot. It was currently derelict, but in its prime, it had saved the lives of the entire village. This air-raid shelter had been built by a renowned architect who had returned from abroad. I just needed to spend money to renovate it into a secure bunker. I contacted my cousin, Liam, who was still in the village, and asked him to help me with it. Liam was puzzled: “You’re living so well in the city, why suddenly think of that old air-raid shelter in the village? That place is a real dump now.” Seeing I wasn’t willing to reveal too much, Liam didn’t press further, just adding with concern, “If things aren’t going well in the city, coming back to the village is fine too. If you’re ever feeling wronged, remember to tell your big brother.” My eyes welled up a bit. In my past life, my mother-in-law often looked down on me for having relatives in the countryside. She’d mock me, saying I was a country bumpkin trying to act like royalty. But my family background wasn’t bad at all. My father was the first person in our village to get into a top university, and after graduating, he landed a respectable job before meeting my mother. Sadly, a car accident took them both. As I grew up, I made a terrible mistake, failing to see Brandon’s true nature as a mama’s boy. After we married, my mother-in-law constantly checked my phone, terrified I’d use her family’s money to help my own. What she didn’t know was that our village had become quite prosperous long ago. Our living conditions were perfectly fine. “Still sneaking around on the phone? Is it another one of your poor relatives trying to leech off us?!” Eleanor stood behind me, her face dark. Brandon grumbled, “My mom said we’re not allowed to use our money to subsidize poor relatives. Do you even care about my mom anymore?!” I lowered myself, offering a placating smile and apology. “No, no, I was just asking another family’s nanny for advice on how to make special pregnancy soup for Seraphina.” They seemed half-convinced, and I managed to smooth things over. Inside, I sneered. The [Family Name] family did have some cash, but it was all from rental properties. That’s why Seraphina hooked up with Brandon. Willingly bearing his children. But soon, their pathetic pile of money wouldn’t mean anything. In the deep freeze apocalypse, only food and water would be truly valuable. Money would just be a pile of worthless paper. I wouldn’t forget the hatred from my past life. I would meticulously set my plans, making sure those three got what they deserved. Soon, I’d be living comfortably in my renovated bunker, eating well and enjoying life. And they? They could just tear each other apart!
Liam was incredibly dedicated to my cause. In just ten days, he completed the bunker renovation. Next up was stocking the bunker with equipment. In the deep freeze apocalypse, most areas would experience power outages. I bought three generators: a diesel generator – portable, providing stable power, but requiring regular maintenance and fuel; a solar generator – converting sunlight into electricity, no harmful emissions, no diesel consumption, but with obvious drawbacks like being weather-dependent and unusable at night. And a pedal-powered generator – its advantage was needing only human power, but it generated minimal electricity. So, the diesel generator was the most crucial. I purchased a massive amount of diesel, enough for three months. The bunker was the best place to store it. With the power issue resolved, the remaining concerns were food and water. I started by buying essential appliances like a stir-fry pan and an electric rice cooker, trying to minimize electricity-consuming products to avoid excessive power usage. I stocked a hundred pounds of grains, flour, and cooking oil, and hundreds of boxes of instant ramen in various flavors. As for water, I decided to buy a water purifier. In the deep freeze apocalypse, the outside would be a vast frozen wasteland, so water itself wouldn’t be scarce. Firstly, pure water bottles took up too much space. Secondly, the saved space could be used for a hydroponic vegetable growing area. Self-sufficiency, no need for refrigerator space, no wasted electricity. I bought seeds for cabbage, spinach, coriander, tomatoes, and bok choy. For meat, I could only buy large quantities of military-grade MREs, enough to last me three months. Other items included my favorite snacks and daily necessities. The food problem for the deep freeze apocalypse was solved; next, clothing. I purchased down jackets and snow boots costing over ten thousand dollars, advertised as being suitable for the South Pole. Then, medicine. Especially vitamin tablets. In an apocalypse, if people don’t eat fruit for extended periods, they’ll lack vitamins and develop scurvy. If left untreated, it could lead to fever, swelling, paralysis, and death. Living alone in the bunker, I absolutely couldn’t afford to get sick. After all this, the weather grew increasingly cold. My mother-in-law often nagged me. “Running out all day, who’s going to take care of your best friend with her big belly? Are you expecting me, an old woman, to do it?!” I bit my tongue, quietly cooking for the three of them. Seraphina sat on the couch watching TV, acting more like the lady of the house than I did. “I want some fruit. Can you make me a pretty fruit platter? I’ll only feel better if it looks nice.” My gaze turned cold. “The apples on the table are already washed. You can eat them directly.” Seraphina glanced at Brandon, seeming eager to reveal their secret. Last night, I’d secretly checked Brandon’s phone and saw the advice he’d given her. *“My mom said not to tell her about us yet. Just treat her like a free maid. If she ever refuses to work, just use emotional blackmail.”* Seraphina immediately looked tearful and wronged. “Chloe, you’re the one who asked me to live here. Are you regretting it now? It’s normal for a pregnant woman to crave things.” At this, my mother-in-law also stepped forward. “Exactly! You were the one who said you wanted Seraphina to move in. My son and I, the homeowners, have no complaints, so why are you suddenly getting emotional?” Hah, I had said she could live next door. Moving her in here was *your* idea. If I had known the baby in Seraphina’s belly was Brandon’s, I wouldn’t have cared if she lived or died. I smiled. “Alright, please wait. I’ll go make the fruit platter now.” The temperature dropped lower and lower. Everyone thought this year’s cold snap came earlier than usual. Before a disaster, there’s always an eerie calm. Humans don’t feel it.
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