I, Isabel Jensen, did one thing immediately after my rebirth: behind my wealthy husband Peter Geller’s back, I kept six handsome male models and seduced them into bed. This was because in my previous life, Peter was diagnosed with oligospermia. To ensure the family fortune had an heir, he married me—someone with a naturally fertile constitution—to bear his children. I tried every method to get pregnant as quickly as possible, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, my best friend Valerie Crawford, who had been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets within two Christmases. When Peter heard that Valerie had given birth to many children, he was immediately attracted to her. They had an affair behind my back and even hired someone to kill me in a car crash when I discovered the truth. Only after my death did I realize that Valerie had bound herself to something called a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would automatically transfer to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution quietly transferred to me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my oligospermic husband brought me home as his bride. Thinking of everything from my past life, I couldn’t help but sneer: “Valerie, don’t you want lots of children? Then let me give you a proper taste of the joy of pregnancy!” ***** “With your background, marrying into the Geller family is already reaching above your station. I hope you remember your duty and bear me a son who can inherit the family fortune as soon as possible.” “Let’s have a trial marriage for two Christmases first. If you can successfully conceive within two Christmases, then I’ll officially register our marriage.” A cold, ruthless voice echoed in my ears. I snapped back to reality and saw Peter looking down at me condescendingly. One second, I had been trapped in a burning car, unable to escape. The next second, I was reborn! Back to the day Peter brought me home as his bride. Seeing me standing there speechless, Valerie, dressed in her bridesmaid gown, quickly spoke up: “Isabel, with your poor background, marrying into the Geller family is a rare opportunity! Why are you still hesitating? “Are you worried you won’t be able to conceive and will be kicked out during the trial period?” Hearing Valerie’s mocking words, I looked up at her. The schadenfreude and cunning in her eyes were unmistakable. How ridiculous that in my previous life, I had been so immersed in the joy of marrying Peter and being able to raise money for my grandmother Camilla Jensen’s surgery that I never suspected her. The women in my family had a hereditary fertile constitution. Starting from my great-great-grandmother, the women in our family typically had multiple births—twins and triplets were very common. By my mother’s generation, she had given birth to seven children: six sons and only one daughter—me. It was precisely because of my family’s reputation for fertility that Peter, having just been diagnosed with oligospermia, began pursuing me frantically. I was moved at the time, and with Camilla urgently needing a large sum of money to save her life, I readily agreed to his proposal. However, at the wedding, Peter suddenly changed his tune and proposed a two-Christmas trial marriage first. To save Camilla, I could only accept this humiliating condition. During those two Christmases, I desperately tried to conceive. I took countless ovulation shots and consumed bottle after bottle of folic acid and other medications. But two Christmases quickly passed, and I still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Peter decided I had deceived him and began physically abusing me. Meanwhile, Valerie, who had originally been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets in succession. Valerie’s pregnancies quickly caught Peter’s attention, and the two began having an affair behind my back, even conceiving an illegitimate child. After I discovered them, Peter immediately threw me out and cut off the monthly money that was keeping Camilla alive. I desperately tried to salvage the situation, begging him to lend me some money to save Camilla for the sake of my two Christmases of dedication. But Valerie, fearing Peter might soften toward me, ruthlessly hired someone to kill me in a car crash. Only after my death did I learn that Valerie had bound herself to a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would be transferred to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution transferred to me. In the end, Valerie, having successfully conceived children, took my place in marrying into the Geller family and used her power to suppress my entire family. She even brought my corpse from the car accident to the hospital to traumatize Camilla, causing her to die of a heart attack with her eyes wide open in anguish. My six brothers and parents also died one after another while seeking justice for me. Thinking of everything from my previous life, rage burned in my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to tear Valerie apart. But I knew this wasn’t the time for a direct confrontation with her. I smiled slightly and immediately agreed to Peter’s trial marriage proposal: “No problem, honey. I’ll definitely give the Geller family the most excellent heir within two Christmases.”
Peter asked skeptically, “You really agreed to this?” I nodded gently, my voice firm: “Don’t worry, honey. I’m confident about this.” Seeing how understanding I was and how confident I felt about getting pregnant, Peter’s tone gradually softened: “Isabel, don’t worry. As long as you can give me a son within two Christmases, I’ll register our marriage immediately.” With that, he generously slipped a large diamond ring onto my finger. As the officiant urged us on, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. Meanwhile, Valerie, serving as my maid of honor, showed no sign of blessing me on her face—only jealousy that bordered on madness. I glanced sideways at Valerie in the corner, grinding her teeth in rage, and sneered inwardly. Sure enough, Valerie could no longer contain her inner turmoil. She rushed forward in a few steps, laughingly separating Peter and me. She deliberately pressed her full chest against Peter, practically throwing herself into his arms. She cooed playfully, “Oh my, Mr. Geller, why are you in such a hurry? You can’t just kiss our bride like that!” Valerie was shamelessly using her beauty to seduce him. Unfortunately for her, Peter came from wealth and had seen plenty of women. He had zero interest in Valerie. Plus, knowing she was infertile from multiple abortions, Peter looked down on her completely. Peter forcefully pushed Valerie out of his arms, and a flash of hurt crossed her eyes. But she didn’t blame Peter—instead, she directed all her hatred toward me. She asked with feigned curiosity, “Isabel, is your family’s fertility really that miraculous? You’re not exaggerating, are you? If you can’t have children, you’ll be kicked out of the house.” Upon hearing this, Peter’s eyes showed a hint of doubt as he looked at me. Valerie stared straight at me, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I remained completely calm, simply nodding firmly once more: “My family’s fertility has been passed down for five generations without a single failure. Don’t worry—I absolutely won’t disappoint you. I’ll definitely give you a son as soon as possible!” With that, I brazenly pulled out the ovulation injections and fertility drugs I’d prepared from my bag, right in front of both of them. This scene made Valerie’s eyes light up instantly. Peter was even more eager, grabbing my hand and saying urgently, “Isabel, let’s skip the rest of the wedding ceremony. Let’s go to bed right now—you’ll definitely get pregnant immediately!” Valerie also grabbed my hand with a fake smile, pushing me toward the bedroom: “Isabel, hurry up and go to bed with Mr. Geller. I hope you get pregnant soon too!” Watching them both so eager to use me, I laughed coldly inside. In my previous life, Peter had schemed and pursued me, married me, all just to use me as a breeding machine. Even though he knew that too many ovulation shots would seriously damage my body, he still forced me to inject them daily, ignoring my agonizing pain and even causing permanent damage to my ovaries. And Valerie—not only did she steal everything from me through the system, but she also caused my entire family’s tragic death. These two demons, after working together to drain every ounce of value from me, even forced me to die. Since I’ve been given a second chance at life, I must make them pay the price they deserve!
On our wedding night, Valerie didn’t hesitate to inject me with an excessive dose of ovulation stimulants. Peter completely ignored the severe abdominal pain I suffered from the drug overdose and forced himself on me over ten times. Both of them eagerly anticipated my pregnancy and even bought a large quantity of fertility drugs, insisting I take good care of my body. In my previous life, I had no idea Peter suffered from oligospermia and thought he genuinely wanted children. Even though those medicines tasted bitter and awful, I silently endured drinking them. But this time, I poured all the medications directly into flower pots and used my phone to book six virile male models. In my past life, I spent every day at home diligently taking injections and medications to prepare for pregnancy, while Peter never stopped sleeping with other women. He’d spend his days juggling various women and only return home at night to go through the motions with me. However, fortunately, he wasn’t stingy with money and never set limits on my spending. But aside from that, he showed almost no concern for me. Therefore, in this life, my affairs with the six male models went completely unnoticed by him. During the day, I indulged myself with the energetic male models. At night, I would casually brush Peter off. Meanwhile, I deliberately sent messages to provoke Valerie, hinting that I might already be pregnant. Sure enough, after I revealed this news to Valerie, she hastily married a seventy-year-old wealthy old man the very next day. Some well-meaning people advised her not to gamble with her happiness, but she didn’t care at all and even declared she would definitely bear this old man a son. Everyone mocked her for being crazy. But I understood that if she didn’t hurry up and get married, once I became pregnant, the child would immediately transfer to her belly. After all, if she remained unmarried, there would be no way to explain who the father was. Initially, she had wanted to seduce Peter into bed, but with beautiful women surrounding him, Peter had no interest in her. She had to find another way out and settled for a wealthy old man who was already sterile. I couldn’t be bothered with her scheming. Every day, aside from visiting Camilla, I spent my time enjoying myself with my kept male models. Four months later, Peter brought a doctor to examine my body, and Valerie also came to join the spectacle. When the doctor announced that I wasn’t pregnant at all, Peter’s face immediately darkened. He immediately erupted in anger: “I gave you so many ovulation shots, how are you still not pregnant? I married you and spent money on you just to have a child!” Seeing me being scolded, Valerie was extremely pleased. She glanced at me mockingly, lovingly stroking her own belly, and said with contempt: “Isabel, everyone in your family has such fertile genes, how are you the exception? My husband is already 70 years old, and I still managed to get pregnant successfully. But you? After trying so hard for so long, you’re still not pregnant.” I looked up and saw that although she had only been married to that old man for four months, her belly looked like she was already eight months pregnant. I suppressed the smile at the corner of my mouth and pretended to be upset: “I don’t know what’s wrong either. It’s all my fault!” Seeing me so defeated, Valerie became even more smug and continued to mock me: “Pregnancy is also about luck. Maybe you just have bad luck, unlike me—I get pregnant easily. Mr. Geller, don’t be discouraged. You and Isabel will definitely succeed next time!” Looking at Valerie’s prominently protruding belly, Peter appeared quite depressed. Unwilling to admit that he couldn’t even compare to a 70-year-old man, he shifted all the blame onto me: “Isabel, you’ve taken so many medications, why can’t you even compare to Valerie? Tell me! Have you been neglecting to take your medicine properly during this time?” I quickly shook my head in denial. He then warned: “Isabel, I’m warning you—if you’re still not pregnant within our two-year trial marriage period, I won’t marry you when the time comes.” Valerie hurriedly handed me a stack of ovulation injections. She said, “Isabel, make sure you take your shots and medication properly. You’ll definitely get pregnant. Don’t slack off just because you’re afraid of pain or discomfort!” After giving me countless reminders, they finally left. Over the following period, I occasionally received provocative text messages from Valerie. [Mr. Geller is so generous! He even bought me lots of fruit, feeling sorry for how hard pregnancy is on me!] [Oh my, Mr. Geller has been coming by so frequently lately, constantly asking me about how to get pregnant.] [But I told him that not everyone is as lucky as I am. Isabel, you better work harder!] Looking at Valerie’s boastful messages, I let out a cold laugh and reached over to caress the male model’s muscular chest. After enjoying his services, I leisurely replied: [Then I really need to learn from you and give Peter a dozen children as soon as possible!] I gently stroked my flat stomach, waiting to watch Valerie’s downfall. Six months later, Valerie successfully gave birth to sextuplets for that seventy-year-old man. However, due to eating too much fruit during pregnancy, the fetuses were abnormally large, and the delivery nearly killed her. I thought Valerie would quiet down for a while after this. But less than a month after she gave birth, I received a surveillance video. In the video, Valerie wore revealing lingerie, lifted Peter’s chin with her finger, and spoke in a seductive voice: “Mr. Geller, I have a fertile constitution. Would you like to try?” Although Peter had been with countless women, a woman who had just given birth was still a novelty for him. He smiled as he undressed and immediately embraced Valerie, beginning their sexual encounter. He buried his head in Valerie’s full breasts, sucking frantically. While moving rhythmically, Valerie didn’t forget to moan and ask: “Mr. Geller, what if I get pregnant before Isabel does?” Peter, his eyes filled with lust, laughed and replied: “Whoever gets pregnant first, I’ll marry.” Valerie continued asking: “But what if I really do get pregnant first?” Peter chuckled softly, pinched Valerie’s nose, and promised: “Then of course I’ll marry you and bring you home!” The two rolled together again, lost in passion. Watching the surveillance footage of their affair, I felt completely unmoved and casually wrapped my arm around the male model’s neck. Since they were working so hard, I had to make sure they got exactly what they wanted. The agreed-upon two-year trial period quickly passed, and I confidently arrived at City Hall, notifying Peter to come register our marriage. However, Peter showed up with my medical report, looking at me like I was trash: “Isabel, you’re not even pregnant, yet you still fantasize about marrying me? Dream on!” Peter’s parents, Evelyn Geller and Bruce Geller, also rushed back from abroad, shaking their heads in disappointment: “We were told you had a fertile constitution, which is why we agreed to let Peter marry you. But you still can’t get pregnant! What a waste of our family’s investment in you, you worthless thing!” In my previous life, Evelyn and Bruce had always looked down on my background, constantly mocking and even verbally abusing me. In their eyes, I was just a breeding machine they had purchased, not a flesh-and-blood person. And in my previous life, my death by car accident was the result of their scheming for Valerie. I glared at them hatefully, then shrugged: “How is it my fault that I can’t get pregnant? Why don’t you blame your son instead?” Hearing this, Peter seemed to hit a nerve and glared at me viciously: “Isabel, since you’re so ungrateful, don’t blame me for abandoning you!” With that, he announced in front of all the City Hall staff: “I will not marry her. My wife is someone else!” People around us began whispering and pointing at me. My expression remained unchanged as I asked mockingly: “Oh? Who’s lucky enough to be married by Mr. Geller?” Peter snorted coldly: “Anyone I marry would be better than marrying a woman like you who can’t bear children!” Then he shouted toward the City Hall entrance: “Valerie, come here and register for marriage with me!” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone craned their necks to see who was coming. The next second, they froze in terror and screamed: “Ghost! It’s a ghost!” Valerie, supporting her waist and wearing a pure white wedding dress, slowly approached. She was now skeletal, nothing but skin and bones, with thin limbs but an absurdly large belly. That belly looked like someone had forcibly stuffed hundreds of basketballs into it, grotesquely piled into a small mountain that had drained all her nutrition.
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