Four months pregnant, and my husband, Liam, a renowned OB-GYN, was with me to pick up my prenatal test results. The smile on his lips vanished the moment his eyes landed on the report, his face freezing in horror as he seized my hand, intent on forcing me into an abortion. I stood there, stunned. Just moments ago, Dr. Miller, the attending physician, had clearly stated that the baby was perfectly healthy! I pulled my hand free, confronting him. “Why an abortion?!” He didn’t answer, but I could see he was already booking the procedure. When I tried to run, he clamped down on my arm, his grip like steel. “This child absolutely cannot stay!” Clutching my stomach, I quickly called my parents, both also OB-GYNs. My father, who had always adored me, raised his fist, ready to strike my belly. Mom’s face was a mask of terror, as she shook her head frantically. “No, this won’t do.” “Find a few men, and lock them in a room with Aria.” I couldn’t understand why they wanted to get rid of my baby like this. I tried to escape. But they still managed to drag me into a dark, secluded room and lock me inside. As the bleeding started, I knew my baby was gone. Mom came to pick me up, smiling. I frantically demanded to know why they had done this to me. She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned around and admitted me to a mental institution. I was tortured to death in that hospital. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day we were supposed to pick up the prenatal test results.
Liam looked at me, his face beaming with joy. “Sweetheart, this is our first child. I can’t wait for the day they’re born.” “Come on, love, let’s go. The hospital will get crowded soon.” Hearing Liam’s urging, I snapped back to reality. It was only when my hand brushed against my slightly rounded belly that I knew for sure: I had been reborn. And I had returned to this exact day—the day we were going to the hospital for my prenatal test results. In my previous life, ever since I got pregnant, Liam had been incredibly careful, looking after my body. He bought a new baby item every single day and even chose hundreds of names. The hospital where I had my check-ups was his workplace, yet he would still take time off specifically to accompany me. Liam’s anticipation and affection for our baby were undeniable. Four months into my pregnancy, we went for our usual check-up. After Dr. Miller confirmed the baby was healthy and ruled out Down syndrome, Liam, being an OB-GYN himself, glanced at the report. But his smile suddenly froze, replaced by a look of sheer terror. Without a word, he grabbed my hand, intent on booking an abortion procedure. I stood there, stunned, and yanked my hand away. “Liam, the baby’s fine, isn’t it? Why would we terminate?” But Liam didn’t answer me. He continued to tap away on his phone, navigating the abortion appointment process. I tried to snatch his phone away. His breathing grew ragged, his eyes bloodshot, as he roared at me, “Aria, this child absolutely cannot stay!” His actions terrified me. My heart pounded against my ribs, threatening to burst out, and my legs felt weak beneath me. While Liam was busy arranging the procedure, I quickly messaged my parents, who were also OB-GYNs. Mom and Dad arrived quickly. Seeing them, Liam didn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, a faint smile played on his lips. I shrank back, seeking refuge in Mom’s arms. Dad immediately punched Liam in the face. “The baby’s perfectly healthy! Why are you trying to abort it?” Liam said nothing, simply handed the prenatal report to Dad. The moment Dad saw the report, the anger on his face turned into terror. His eyes widened, and his hands trembled as he held the paper. He raised his fist, about to strike my stomach. Luckily, Mom stepped in front of me. The punch landed on Mom instead, and she yelled, “Are you out of your mind?!” “Aria’s carrying your grandchild!” Dad sneered, then handed the prenatal report to Mom. Mom, who had been protecting me moments before, went pale as if she’d seen a ghost. She pushed me out of her embrace, shaking her head frantically. “No… no, this won’t do.” By now, I sensed something was terribly wrong with that report. I quickly asked Mom, “Mom, what’s going on? What’s wrong with my baby?” But Mom ignored me, still lost in her own panic. “This won’t work!” She grabbed Dad’s hand. “It’s too obvious here at the hospital. I have an idea.” “Find a few men, and lock them in a room with Aria.” I stood frozen, my entire body numb. I couldn’t understand why they all changed so drastically after seeing that one prenatal report. What was the truth? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me? Seeing Mom and Dad preparing to take me away, I turned and ran. But Dad caught me with a swift move, pulling me back. I cried, begging them to let me go, to at least tell me the truth. But they forcibly shoved me into the car and gagged me. 2. Moreover, they locked me in a dark, secluded room with five naked men! I was so terrified I nearly collapsed, frantically pounding on the door, begging them to let me out. But outside, there wasn’t a sound. The men dragged me to the floor. The moment I resisted, they hit me. My baby, just a pool of blood, dried on the floor. A week later, Mom, Dad, and Liam came to pick me up. Mom smiled at me. “Aria, we’re going home.” I sneered, unable to comprehend how she could pretend nothing had happened. I raged, questioning, “Why? Why did you do this to me?!” Mom’s face instantly went cold. Dad slapped me across the face. “You ungrateful slut!” I was stunned. Then, Mom’s gaze turned chillingly dark, piercing right through me. “Aria’s confused. Take her to a mental institution.” From the moment I was forcibly admitted, Liam arranged for someone to torture me every single day. My husband, who once adored me, now practically wished me dead. Three months later, I was tortured until my last breath. But even at the moment of death, I still didn’t understand why they all wanted me dead after seeing that prenatal report. The fear from my previous life flooded my mind, my hand instinctively caressing my slightly warm lower abdomen. I took a deep breath. This time, I was determined to find out exactly what happened! Upon arriving at the hospital, I made sure to get the prenatal report first. Even after Dr. Miller confirmed the baby was healthy, I immediately took the report from her. I thought, as long as Liam didn’t see the report, nothing bad would happen. But to my surprise, as soon as I stepped out of Dr. Miller’s office, Liam asked for the report, just like in my previous life. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced a smile and asked, “Why do you want my report?” Liam smiled back. “I’m the baby’s father, and an OB-GYN. Isn’t it normal for me to look at it?” “Dr. Miller, your colleague, just confirmed that both the baby and I are perfectly healthy. Don’t you trust her professional judgment?” “No, it’s not that. I just want to understand the situation so I can take better care of you.” But I deliberately put the report into my bag right in front of him. “Well, I’m not letting you see it today.” Liam probably thought I was just being playfully stubborn, so he went along with it. “Alright, if you don’t want me to see it, fine. As long as you’re healthy.” I smiled and hugged his arm. “I’m just going to the restroom. We’ll head home when I get back.” I grabbed my bag and headed for the bathroom. I had indeed scanned the prenatal report earlier, but because I was so quick, I hadn’t noticed anything unusual. I decided to take a good look in the restroom, to figure out what was so wrong that it made them all change completely. But the moment I reached the restroom, my heart pounded: the prenatal report was gone! I rushed out, and from a distance, I saw Liam, his face pale. The prenatal report that should have been in my bag was now in his hand! Liam saw me and strode quickly towards me. My first instinct was to run, but he still managed to grab my arm. His eyes were bloodshot, staring intensely at me. “Aria, this child can’t stay. We’re getting an abortion right now!” In my previous life, I died without ever understanding why my usually gentle husband turned into a completely different person after seeing that report! The cruelty in Liam’s eyes was something I had never witnessed before. My body trembled, but because this wasn’t my first time experiencing it, I quickly screamed, “Help! Someone’s trying to get rid of my baby!” Hospitals are usually bustling, and my cry instantly drew a crowd. Liam seemed shocked by my outburst. But then, I sank to my knees, right in front of him. “Liam, Dr. Miller clearly said this baby is healthy. Why are you forcing me to get an abortion?” Liam gritted his teeth, hissing, “You slut, shut up!” He tried to drag me away, but onlookers had already stepped in. A man forcibly pulled him away from me. “What do you think you’re doing?!” “Oh my God, trying to abort a healthy baby? Don’t want to raise it?” “If you didn’t want a child, why didn’t you think about that when you were having fun?” “Forcing a pregnant woman to abort is illegal! Call the police!” Liam’s breathing was ragged, his jaw clenched, glaring fiercely at me. But amidst the crowd, there was nothing he could do. To my shock, he suddenly smiled at me, then turned and called my parents. 3. Mom and Dad arrived to find Liam and me surrounded by a crowd. They didn’t need to ask; it was clear something had happened. Mom protectively pulled me into her embrace, but the moment she touched me, I shivered. The kind strangers explained what had just happened to my parents. Dad raised his hand, ready to slap Liam. But before his palm could land, Liam held up the prenatal report. “Dad, don’t look!” I tried to rush forward and snatch the report away. But Dad was faster, taking it and glancing at it. Instantly, his eyes flickered. I hesitantly called out, “Dad?” When he looked at me again, Dad’s eyes were bloodshot. His raised hand came down, without hesitation, across my face. “You animal! Liam telling you to abort was for your own good!” I was completely crushed. But I gritted my teeth, trying to reason, “But Dr. Miller already said the baby in my belly is perfectly healthy!” “I’m an OB-GYN too! How dare you argue with me?!” Seeing Dad about to punch my stomach, Mom quickly rushed over, shielding me. “Are you insane? Your daughter is pregnant!” Mom yelled at Dad. But Dad wasn’t angry; he just sneered. “You pity her? This slut doesn’t deserve to be our daughter! She doesn’t even deserve to be our child!” After Dad said that, everyone around us was shocked. They started pointing fingers at Dad, criticizing how a father could speak to his daughter like that. Mom was gasping for air, but she knew Dad was usually gentle. There had to be something terribly wrong with that prenatal report. “Let me see that prenatal report!” I quickly stepped forward to stop Mom, my eyes pleading with her. “Mom, Dr. Miller already said the baby is healthy, please don’t look, okay?” “Mom, if you don’t believe me, you can go ask that doctor.” I knew that if Mom saw the report, she would disown me instantly, just like them. Mom hugged me, trying to soothe me. “Don’t worry, it must be a mistake by your father and Liam, those incompetent doctors.” “Your mom used to be the head of Obstetrics and Gynecology. Trust my expertise.” I shook my head frantically. “No, Mom, please don’t. You don’t have to look. I believe you, just please don’t look.” But the more I tried to stop her, the more curious Mom became about what was on that report. Seeing that Mom insisted on looking, I suddenly dropped to my knees. “Mom, if you look at that report, you’ll stop loving me instantly, just like them.” “No, Aria, I’ve been working for years; I’ve seen all kinds of reports. And even if the baby isn’t Liam’s, I’ll still stand by you without hesitation. You’re the person I love most in this world.” Her gaze was gentle, urging me to trust her. Ultimately, I couldn’t stop Mom. The moment she saw the prenatal report, that gentleness vanished, and a sinister glint flashed in her eyes. It made me tremble all over. Mom’s face turned pale, and she gave me a bitter smile. She wasn’t as overtly emotional as Dad and Liam. And that, paradoxically, made her even more terrifying. Her voice was icy. “It’s nothing, Aria. The baby is fine. Get up, let’s go home.” Mom said everything was fine, but the hand she reached out to me was trembling uncontrollably. She was clearly suppressing her emotions. “No, I’m not going home.” I quickly stood up and retreated further into the crowd. Mom frowned, her expression turning menacing. “Aria, what are you doing? You’re pregnant; what if something happens to you out here?” 4. Seeing Mom and Dad about to grab me, I quickly clutched onto two passersby, kneeling and begging them. “Please, save me! I can’t go back with them, they’ll make me lose my baby!” The passersby hesitated. Though I was pregnant, I clearly seemed emotionally unstable. And they were my family, so the strangers weren’t sure how to intervene. Fortunately, someone finally stepped forward to speak up for me. “She’s pregnant, after all, and clearly emotional right now. You shouldn’t force her.” “Exactly, what if you hurt the baby?” But Mom and Dad seemed deaf to their words, their faces distorted as they advanced on me. “Aria, do you have a persecution complex?” “Come home with us now, stop disrupting the hospital’s order!” Mom and Dad forcibly grabbed me. The kind strangers tried to block them. “You’re in a hospital right now. She’s a pregnant woman, she’s distressed. She should see a doctor to check if the baby’s affected.” “We’re OB-GYNs! Does she still need to see a doctor?!” Dad roared at the man. The kind strangers hesitated. Liam took the opportunity to yank me out of the crowd, dragging me mercilessly across the floor. Even the most well-meaning bystanders didn’t dare to physically fight my family. But just then, a hand blocked Liam’s path. “Who told you to drag a pregnant woman like that?!” A police officer barked, and Liam finally let go. Mom and Dad quickly said, “Officer, this pregnant woman is our daughter. She has some mental issues, we’re just taking her home.” The officer looked at me suspiciously. I quickly denied it. “No, they want to kill my healthy baby!” The three behind me froze, but a triumphant smirk appeared on their faces. I continued, “If you don’t believe me, you can check the hospital’s surveillance footage. They really all want to kill my baby.” The officer had the hospital staff pull up the footage. After watching it, a female officer shielded me behind her. She questioned them, “Why are you trying to terminate this healthy pregnancy?!” Mom and Dad sneered. Liam just looked at me coldly. “Forcing a pregnant woman to abort is against the law!” Liam remained unfazed. I grabbed the officer’s hand. “Let me see my prenatal report.” Every one of them had changed after seeing that report. I believed the truth had to be on it. At the officer’s request, Liam reluctantly handed over the prenatal report. But when I saw the report again, I finally understood why this child had to be terminated.
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