In my previous life, my mother-in-law secretly had a daughter with another man, unbeknownst to my father-in-law. She knelt down and pleaded with me to treat this child as if she were a twin sister to my own. I hesitated but eventually agreed. Later on, the child developed kidney failure. My husband was a compatible donor, but my mother-in-law refused to let him donate a kidney. The child passed away, and only after her death did I discover she was actually my child. When I confronted my mother-in-law upon learning the truth, she pushed me down the stairs, leading to my tragic demise. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the moment when my mother-in-law was begging me. I blinked, a bit disoriented. Sitting on my living room couch, I could almost feel the pain of the fall down the stairs. I couldn’t believe that I had been given another chance. Overwhelmed, tears streamed down my face. A familiar voice echoed in my ears. “Phoebe, please, can we say they’re twins?” My mother-in-law looked at me, imploring. I clenched my fists tightly, resisting the urge to lash out. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself. Feigning ignorance, I replied, “Mom, what are you talking about? Whether it’s twins or a single birth, we know from the start.” “Why would you want me to claim I had twins? Where would I find an extra child for your son at birth?” My mother-in-law looked flustered and stammered. “Well, I’m pregnant.” I feigned shock, raising my voice. “Mom, what are you saying? You’re pregnant? Father-in-law has been working abroad for over a year.” “You’ve got a love child?” She quickly moved to cover my mouth, visibly tense. I sidestepped her attempt. My mother-in-law spoke, displeased. “What love child? This is my child. Your father-in-law and I lost feelings for each other long ago.” “We only stayed together for Declan.” I looked at her with disdain. “No feelings, yet you cheated and got pregnant with a love child.” I emphasized “love child” intentionally. She was furious and wanted to scold me. But recalling her need for my help, she held back. “Phoebe, I’m begging you, your child and this one are about the same age. By then, we can hide it.” I raised my voice, “Mom, what are you saying? You want me to help raise it too?” She hurriedly explained, “No, just under your name. I’ll raise it myself, don’t worry.” I replied, “Mom, why are you being so soft-hearted? It’s early, just terminate it.” But my mother-in-law became agitated, “No, this is the child between me and Uncle Gary. I can’t terminate it.” I felt a wave of nausea. A love child, really? Ugly and audacious.
I pretended to be in a difficult position. “Mom, I can’t decide this. I’ll discuss it with Declan.” She looked embarrassed. I said, “Your belly will only grow. This can’t be hidden from him.” My mother-in-law could only nod. In my previous life, it was the same. I told my husband about her pregnancy. He didn’t agree with her having the child. He insisted on taking her to the hospital for an abortion. She refused and hid away. She only returned when she was about to give birth, making it too late for an abortion. She knelt on the ground, begging me and my husband. My husband had no choice but to agree to treat the child as a twin. When my husband came home, I told him about my mother-in-law’s pregnancy. He was so angry he shook all over. He immediately stormed into her room. “Mom, are you out of your mind? Cheating on Dad and getting pregnant?” Embarrassed by her son’s words, my mother-in-law felt ashamed. My husband was furious, “Go and abort it tomorrow.” “You might not care, but I do.” Hearing about the abortion, my mother-in-law panicked. She held her belly, “No, this child can’t be aborted.” My husband was livid, his eyes almost spewing fire. “Why not? You want to keep this abomination?” My mother-in-law was furious, “What abomination? This is your brother.” My husband retorted, “What kind of brother? It’s not Dad’s kid.” “Have you thought about how to explain to Dad after giving birth?” My mother-in-law looked at him with bright eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ve thought it through. This child and Phoebe’s are about the same age. We’ll pretend they’re twins.” “Your dad won’t know.” My husband pointed a trembling finger at her. “You’re insane. I’m telling you, I don’t agree. This child must be aborted.” My mother-in-law pointed at him, face twisted. “You don’t agree? I’m your mom. What right do you have to control me?” “I’m telling you, I’m keeping this child.” My husband was too angry to speak. It took him a while to say anything. “If you insist on having this child, handle it yourself.”
The conversation between my mother-in-law and my husband ended on a bad note. I lay in bed, memories of my past life flooding my mind. In my past life, after I went into labor, my mother-in-law insisted on a C-section. She claimed it was to save my husband from the hassle of taking care of two babies at different times. The newborns looked similar. My mother-in-law switched the babies while we slept at night. Due to her age, her child was not healthy and often sick. Whenever the child was ill, she was more anxious than I was. At the time, I was glad she cherished her granddaughter. In contrast, she neglected her own child after giving birth. The child often cried from hunger, but she refused to breastfeed. She insisted on formula, often leaving the child hungry or overfed. Sometimes, I couldn’t stand it and helped feed the child. As the child grew, my mother-in-law either hit or scolded her. The child always looked timid. In contrast, my daughter was spoiled by her. She became bratty and demanding. Whenever my husband and I tried to discipline her, my mother-in-law intervened. She even scolded us for being too harsh. The two children grew up as opposites. One was a little princess, the other a little servant. Thinking of the child’s last moments, I was heartbroken. A tiny person, lying quietly on the bed, almost skin and bones. At four years old, my mother-in-law’s child was diagnosed with uremia. My husband and I actively sought treatment. My mother-in-law was indifferent and blamed us for wasting money. Finally, a kidney transplant was necessary. My husband, feeling sorry for his sister’s plight, went for matching. He was a match. Upon learning this, my mother-in-law threw a fit and blocked the donation. In the end, seeing no other choice, she disappeared with the child. When my husband and I found them back in our hometown, the child was already lifeless on the bed. 5 My husband and mother-in-law had a huge fight over this. After the child’s passing, I came home early one day. I overheard my mother-in-law on the phone. That’s when I discovered the truth. I broke down on the spot. I lunged at her, hitting her with all my might. Then I ran out to report it to the police. Hearing my intention to call the police, she chased after me. The elevator was taking too long, so I wanted to use the stairs. Unexpectedly, she pushed me hard from behind. And with that, my life ended. Lying on the ground, close to death, I seemed to see something familiar flash by. And my daughter stood beside her. Later, under her influence, my daughter claimed I accidentally fell. My husband was devastated but didn’t suspect our four-year-old. The faint sounds outside my room interrupted my thoughts. I knew my mother-in-law must have sneaked out again, just like in the past life. If she insists on having this child, I’ll let her. After all, I have a big surprise waiting for her. When my husband realized she was gone, he was frantic and wanted to search. He called all our friends and family but found no leads. He even went back to our hometown but she wasn’t there. He wanted to report it to the police. I stopped him. “Honey, she’s deliberately avoiding you. You won’t find her.” He was anxious. “She’s so old and pregnant. What if something happens?” I thought, what could happen? She’s probably with her old lover. “She’s hiding because she’s afraid you’ll make her abort. Don’t worry, she’ll return when she’s further along.” “If you report it and everyone finds out, how will she face them?” He nodded weakly. 6 Soon, I reached late pregnancy. One day, I came home and found my mother-in-law had returned. My husband angrily confronted her. She suddenly knelt before me. Startled, I quickly stepped aside. He rushed to help her up. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at both of us. I said, “She was probably hiding because she feared you’d pressure her to end the pregnancy. Don’t worry, she’ll likely return when she’s further along.” “If you call the police and everyone finds out, how will mother-in-law maintain her reputation?” My husband nodded, looking helpless. 6 Soon, I was in the later stages of my pregnancy. One day, I came home to find my mother-in-law had returned. My husband angrily confronted her. Suddenly, she knelt down in front of me. Startled, I quickly stepped aside. My husband rushed to help her up. With tears in her eyes, she looked at both of us. “I’m begging you, please. Otherwise, I don’t know what else I can do but end my life.” My husband glared at her, breathing heavily. “Where were you when I told you to deal with it? You wouldn’t listen.” “Now you come to us? Figure it out yourself.” “I’m not handling this.” Hearing this, she began to cry softly. “Declan, I know I was wrong. If your father finds out, what will happen to us? This family will fall apart.” “Please, just help me this once.” My husband turned his head away, silent. She then turned to me. “Phoebe, if you don’t help me, I really can’t go on.” “If people find out, what will I do?” My husband said, “Now you’re worried about disgrace? Why didn’t you think of that before?” She became upset, “Fine, I’m ashamed. I’ll just go and end it. If you won’t help me, I can’t live anyway.” With that, she rushed towards the balcony. My husband wanted to stop her, but I held him back. She reached the balcony and realized no one was stopping her. She didn’t have the courage to climb onto the windowsill. So she just stood there awkwardly. My husband understood her intention. He just looked at her coldly, saying nothing. I almost wanted to laugh. If you’re going to pretend to do something drastic, at least make it convincing. You can’t even climb up. I feigned concern and went to stop her. “Mom, please don’t do anything reckless. What will you do with such a big belly?” “Your secret will come out anyway.” “Father-in-law will be furious.” She shot me an angry glare. My husband snorted. In the end, my husband agreed to her request. I also agreed, which made him feel very sorry for me. He was very considerate towards me. Without keeping the child, the pretense couldn’t continue. Soon, I went into labor. Just like before, my mother-in-law insisted on being with me. My husband hurriedly took us to the hospital. Once there, she was taken aback. 7 Aunt Lydia was waiting at the hospital. My husband was also shocked. I looked at her with a cold smile. I had secretly set up a small account long ago. As soon as I went into labor, I sent a photo of her large belly to Aunt Lydia. I even thoughtfully noted the hospital. Aunt Lydia stared intently at her belly. Suddenly, she rushed over and slapped her hard. She didn’t react in time and fell to the ground. Soon, cold sweat was beading on her forehead. She clutched her belly, curled up on the floor, and kept groaning in pain. Many onlookers gathered around Aunt Lydia, whispering among themselves. “How can you hit a pregnant woman?” “Is the baby her husband’s?” “She’s so old, yet still having kids—absolutely shameless.”
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