My husband Daniel and I adopted two girls. Just before their freshman orientation physicals, both were found to be pregnant. In front of the reporters’ cameras, they swore Daniel was the father. In my last life, we presented Daniel’s infertility diagnosis. It was dismissed as a forgery. This time, I will clear our names for good The violent pain in my chest felt like it was still lingering. Looking at the familiar furnishings around me, I was a little dazed. “Mom, the teacher said the school physicals are next Wednesday.” My older daughter, Skylar, spoke, and that’s when I knew I had been reborn. Reborn one week before the physicals. Because Daniel couldn’t have children, we adopted two daughters from the orphanage in our second year of marriage. Daniel and I cherished them, treating them like the apples of our eyes. In my previous life, during the Freshman Orientation Week physicals, both daughters were found to be pregnant. I was furious, pressing them about the father of the babies. With tears welling in their eyes, they swore they didn’t know. But then, they immediately went live on social media, accusing Daniel of rape and getting them pregnant. They even smeared Daniel and me, claiming we had peculiar fetishes and had adopted them only to satisfy our twisted desires. I produced Daniel’s infertility diagnosis report, hoping to prove our innocence. But the two daughters deliberately misled the online users, making everyone believe the report was fabricated. Even worse, extremists ambushed me on my way home from work and stabbed me to death. Since heaven had given me a second chance, I was determined to uncover the truth and clear Daniel’s and my names! I looked at the sisters, feigning concern. “Why do you both look so pale? Are you feeling unwell? Come on, let me take you to the doctor.” My younger daughter, Brianna, averted her gaze, a flicker of panic crossing her face. It was Skylar who responded calmly. “Brianna and I stayed up late studying last night. We’re just tired. We’ll be fine if we get some rest tonight. No need for all that trouble.” My gaze swept over their faces. At that moment, I was absolutely certain they already knew they were pregnant. And it also confirmed that the tragic fate Daniel and I met in my previous life was entirely their doing. “Alright then.” I frowned, piling all the rich, greasy stew from my plate onto theirs. “You’re at an age where you’re still growing; you need to eat more meat.” The oily, fatty meat shimmered with a sinister glow under the light. One after the other, they clapped their hands over their mouths and bolted for the bathroom. The sounds of retching echoed from inside. I waited by the door, a faint smile playing on my lips. A little while later, they pushed the door open, and I quickly swapped my expression for one of worry, rushing to meet them. “Why are you throwing up like this? Maybe we should still go to the doctor?” Skylar quickly waved her hand. “I just ate a little too much, Mom. It’s nothing.” “Yeah, Mom,” Brianna echoed. “Don’t worry about it.” “As long as you’re okay.” I sighed and began clearing the dishes from the table. “It’s getting late. Go study. I’ll clean up the leftovers.” After making sure both daughters were in their bedrooms, I pulled out my phone. I ordered a miniature camera. Marked for urgent delivery. I wanted to see what these two were really up to.
My twenty-dollar expedited shipping fee wasn’t wasted. The next morning, the package arrived at the door. Both daughters had already left for school. I installed cameras in the living room, the bathroom, and both of their bedrooms. Just as I finished, my phone rang. It was a text from Daniel. Just like in the previous life, he was attending a business gala and wouldn’t be home. I immediately texted both daughters. I told them Daniel and I would be working late and wouldn’t be home, so they should be careful. Then I hid out in a nearby hotel, quietly waiting for the fish to bite. At 9:30 PM, the two daughters arrived home promptly. After confirming Daniel and I weren’t home, they walked into the house and hugged each other tightly. But on the monitor, I clearly saw an organ that didn’t belong to a woman… I rewound the video a few seconds, staring intently. The moment I clearly saw it, I felt dizzy. How was this possible? How…how could this be! I barely slept a wink that night. The next morning, I stormed to the orphanage where we had adopted them. The old director from back then hadn’t retired yet and seemed genuinely pleased to see me, like an old friend reunited. But I had no time for pleasantries. I immediately recounted the entire story. The memory of being maliciously murdered over this incident in my previous life made me seethe with rage. I wanted nothing more than to tear the culprits to shreds. After listening to my accusations, Ms. Miller pulled out Skylar’s personal file from the cabinet. In the gender field, a large “F” for female was written. “This is a certificate issued by the local hospital. We would never make a mistake like that,” Ms. Miller stated confidently, her expression not looking like she was lying. Seeing this, I pulled out the surveillance footage, found that specific scene, and showed it to her. Ms. Miller was stunned after watching it. Her face instantly turned ashen, and she repeated “impossible” several times. “The evidence is conclusive. So where is my actual elder daughter?” “This… this is simply impossible!” Ms. Miller replayed the footage repeatedly. Then she took out a stack of photos from the archive box. “These are Skylar’s childhood pictures. She clearly exhibited female anatomy. How could she possibly have male genitalia?” Though the child in the photos still had a baby face, her features were unmistakable. The classic split-crotch pants for toddlers left nothing to the imagination. It wasn’t until a corner of the photo wrinkled in my grasp that I finally let go. “Did she have a twin brother or sister?” “No.” Ms. Miller shook her head emphatically. “I personally handled her adoption papers.” How strange… I sank back into thought. Leaving the orphanage, I walked down the street in a daze, nearly getting hit by a speeding car. It was a call from my best friend, Megan, that saved me from the jaws of death. “Just finished surgery, want to grab afternoon tea?” Hearing Megan’s cheerful voice, the stifled emotions I’d been holding finally found an outlet. “Okay.” At the coffee shop, Megan took a bite of tiramisu. “You’re saying Skylar is a guy? Are you out of your mind?” I slapped away her hand from my forehead and showed her the surveillance video. Megan watched the video over and over. Her expression grew increasingly solemn. “Things are a bit complicated. See if you can get me a blood sample from her.” “You’ve figured something out, haven’t you?” Megan nodded. “But I need proof.”
After parting ways with Megan, I turned into a nearby pharmacy. On the pretext of insomnia, I bought two boxes of diazepam. I ground them into powder and mixed them into the girls’ rice. The medication was potent; halfway through their meal, both of them successively retreated to their bedrooms. After confirming there was no movement behind their doors, I quietly pushed one open, blood collection tubes in hand. Carefully, I inserted the needle into Skylar’s arm. After drawing the blood, I put away the needle and prepared to leave. My gaze fell upon Brianna nearby. Seeing her still-not-showing belly, I redirected my steps. Two minutes later, I placed the tubes containing their blood into a pre-prepared sealed bag. I then went to the bathroom and also put Daniel’s toothbrush into the bag. After the delivery driver left with the package, I sent Megan a message. “And while you’re at it, please run a paternity test for me.” Megan messaged me back as soon as she received the package. “Got it. Results in a week.” Time quickly advanced to the day of the physicals. As usual, after smilingly sending the girls out, Daniel came forward to support me as I felt about to collapse. “You look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?” I waved him off, my gaze fixed on the wall clock. At 11:30 AM, my phone rang precisely. It was the homeroom teacher. “Is this Skylar and Brianna’s parent?” “Yes, it is.” “Well, during the Freshman Orientation Week physical today, the doctor found that both of your daughters are pregnant.” I calmly let out a breath. “I understand, Teacher. Where are the girls now?” “They’re already on their way home.” Seemingly afraid I might do something drastic, the teacher tried to console me for a few more moments before hanging up. “What happened? Why do you look so upset?” Daniel asked. I looked at him, my voice sharper than usual. “Today’s physicals. Your daughters tested positive for pregnancy.” “What?!” Daniel was shocked. “Which one?” “Both of them.” Daniel’s face instantly turned as black as thunder. I stared at him for a long moment but still couldn’t bring myself to tell him about being reborn. It was simply too unbelievable. I could only reassure him that what’s done is done, and I would talk to the girls properly when they returned. Just as I was speaking, the doorbell rang. The sisters appeared at the doorstep. Daniel’s eyes were almost spitting fire. I stepped forward to take their backpacks, my expression grim. “The teacher just called. She said you two are pregnant. What’s going on?” Brianna burst into tears. “Mom… I’m so sorry…” Skylar stepped forward, shielding Brianna behind her. “Mom, it’s already happened. Brianna is still young, please don’t blame her.” My gaze lingered on Skylar. I said coldly, “You’re right, it’s already happened. So, tell me, who are the fathers of the children?” Brianna blushed and glanced at Skylar. She shook her head, slightly shyly. Skylar bit her lower lip, refusing to speak. “Speak up!” Daniel, unaware of the full truth, paced anxiously. He wanted to break the necks of those brats who had messed with his daughters. No one spoke. I looked at these two faces, which had ruined Daniel and my lives in the previous life, my heart brimming with hatred. After a long pause, Skylar shook her head. “I… I don’t know…” I sighed, looking at Brianna with disappointment. “I… I don’t know either…” Daniel angrily kicked the wall. Having learned from my previous life, I didn’t press any further. I confiscated both of their electronic devices, citing their studies, and sent them back to their bedrooms to rest. Daniel’s face was pale with worry, and he asked me tremblingly what we should do. I looked at the empty chat window and reassured him. “Just wait a little longer.” Soon, they would reap what they had sown.
The next morning, when I opened my phone, my DMs suddenly showed “99+” unread messages. I clicked on them, surprised. Without exception, all of them were insults directed at Daniel and me. It turned out that last night, the two of them had used a hidden spare phone to start a live stream. They accused Daniel of raping them, leading to their pregnancies. I rushed to push open their bedroom door. But it was empty; not a soul was inside. The online abuse continued. “Worse than animals!” “Ever since the internet, I’ve seen everything but ghosts.” “Propose castration for all rapists!” “Scum! Should be shot!” “Men are only well-behaved when they’re hanging on a wall.” … After a night of fermentation, the incident’s popularity had climbed into the top three trending topics. And it was still rising. I quickly messaged Megan. “The results will take a little longer. I’m rushing them. Hang in there a bit.” The cold words felt like the blade that had pierced my chest in my previous life. Before I could even react, the next second, I received a message from Daniel. “Honey, I’ve been fired.” Just like in the previous life. Daniel’s company, after seeing the news online, immediately fired him regardless of the truth. Without even giving him a chance to explain. I could only, as in my previous life, pull out Daniel’s infertility diagnosis certificate to prove our innocence. “The sisters’ live stream already debunked it; this proof is fake.” “But poor woman, stuck with such an animal of a husband.” “Poor? My ass. The kids said it themselves, the whole thing was planned by both of them. This couple loves to pick little girls from orphanages…” “Like parent, like child.” “Sickos!” … The online abuse intensified, but Megan’s message still hadn’t come through. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I thought it was Daniel and quickly opened it. A bucket of blood-like liquid splashed across me. Several elderly neighbors, armed with brooms and feather dusters, furiously attacked me. “Slut! How dare you lay hands on such young kids!” “You inhuman monster!” “You damn animal! You’re lower than dirt!” “Heartless witch! Have you no conscience?!” … I didn’t bother trying to explain, desperately dodging. But the blows still landed on me, one after another. Someone grabbed my hair, pulling so hard I almost fainted from the pain. In the chaos, I heard a familiar voice. “Who are you people? If you don’t leave, I’m calling the cops!” The neighbors weren’t afraid of Daniel; instead, they became even more emboldened. “Go on, call them! We’ll see if the police arrest us or you!” “How can you lay hands on your own daughters? You’re truly heartless!” … As they spoke, they moved to strike again. Daniel pushed several people away with force, then quickly slammed the door shut. I was shaken. I clung to Daniel, sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, my phone rang. It was Megan’s report. The paternity test showed that the babies in their wombs had no blood relation to Daniel. It also confirmed that Skylar was the biological father of both children. I publicly posted the paternity test results. From a top hospital, black and white on paper. But the online users didn’t buy it. “Can’t you try harder with the Photoshop, hahahahahaha…” “Is this woman stupid? The biological father is a woman?” “To cover up their crimes, they’ll even make up such ridiculous lies.” “They said AI couldn’t replace humans, right?” … Someone had begun doxxing my personal information. immediately messaged Megan. “Are Skylar’s results ready?” The chat window stayed dark. The wall clock read 12:25 PM. In my previous life, at exactly 12:30 that day, two extremists had stormed our home and murdered Daniel and me. Watching the time on the screen tick down, my heart pounded faster and faster. Then, at 12:28 PM, Megan’s reply finally flashed on the screen. “The results are in! Just as I thought.”
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