I’m Clara Lewis, and I’ve been happily married to my husband Easton Wallace for ten years. The only regret is that Easton suffers from azoospermia, so we’ve never been able to have children. However, on our tenth wedding anniversary, our housekeeper Dianne Ward suddenly claimed she was pregnant with Easton’s child. At first, I thought she was joking. But two days later, Dianne presented us with paternity test results. The report showed that the fetus in her womb was indeed Easton’s biological child. Subsequently, Dianne took us to court. On the day of the trial, she faced the media outside the courthouse, tearfully recounting how Easton had sexually assaulted her, and accused us of being a perverted couple who had kept her confined at home as a breeding tool. Easton and I were left speechless, instantly labeled as “demon employers” by netizens. The school fired Easton under pressure, and students were ashamed of him. I was also fired from my company that same day. Eventually, unable to bear the pressure, Easton committed suicide in prison. I became a despised existence, stalked, insulted, and even attacked by online users. On the verge of a mental breakdown, I wandered into traffic and died on the street. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why Dianne would be pregnant with the child of Easton, who suffered from azoospermia. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn to the day before Dianne claimed to be pregnant. ***** “Mrs. Wallace, tomorrow is your tenth wedding anniversary with Mr. Wallace. Are you planning to celebrate at home or go out?” A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I suddenly opened my eyes! Before me was a plain face I knew all too well. Dianne was bending over, looking at me with a smile. My heart raced violently, as if someone was pounding my chest with drumsticks. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my excitement, and forced the corners of my mouth into a strained smile. “Let’s go out for dinner tomorrow. You won’t need to worry about anything.” Dianne seemed quite satisfied with this response. “Mrs. Wallace, then I’ll go organize the walk-in closet.” I nodded, watching her figure leave, lost in thought. Only now did I truly confirm that I had been reborn! Recalling Dianne’s words and checking the date on my phone – May 17th. This was the last peaceful day of my previous life. I immediately logged into my social media account. I only had a few dozen followers and barely any comments. It looked like just an ordinary account. But I knew that if things followed the same trajectory as my previous life, by this time tomorrow, my social media account would become a battlefield of cyberbullying. [Demon employer! How can such a person be a professor? She should be dragged out and shot!] [The man’s a rapist, and the woman’s no good either – trash! Go die!] [You damn thing, disgrace to women, if I were you I’d commit suicide right now to atone!] [Are you really that despicable? You can’t have children yourself, so you harm other women – are you even human?] These words cut through me like sharp knives, leaving me wounded all over. Thinking of this, I immediately deleted all content from my account and deactivated it. But then I thought again – what could this change? What was meant to come would still come. Even though I’d been reborn, tomorrow Dianne would still publicly accuse Easton of rape online. And the child in her belly – whose was it really?
No matter what, since fate has given me a chance to live again, I absolutely cannot let the tragedy of my previous life repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering home micro-surveillance equipment online. In my past life, when Dianne came to our house as a tutor, I had suggested installing cameras, but Easton always felt that would be disrespectful. Looking back now, it was precisely because of our kindness and trust that we fell step by step into Dianne’s carefully designed trap. After I had arranged everything that needed to be prepared, that question which had puzzled me until my death in my previous life surfaced in my mind again: How could the child in Dianne’s womb possibly be Easton’s? After Easton and I got married, we had been actively trying to conceive, but never succeeded. Only after going to the hospital for tests did we learn that Easton suffered from azoospermia. The doctor was very clear – Easton simply could not conceive naturally, and even the success rate of IVF was extremely slim. Easton felt deeply guilty about this and even proposed divorcing me. But our relationship over the years had always been stable – we had never even had a fight – so I refused his proposal for divorce. After all, life is long, and it’s our spouse who accompanies us, not children. So when Dianne initially made her accusations online, I didn’t take it to heart. Easton felt the same way – he considered himself upright and even comforted me not to be angry. We both thought Dianne was just trying to extort money. Who knew she would swear that the child in her belly was Easton’s, and even had a paternity test done. When the results came out, we were stunned. The report showed that the child’s biological father was indeed Easton! With such concrete evidence before us, the police came directly to our door and took Easton away in full view of everyone. Subsequently, Dianne took Easton to court. On the day of the trial, Dianne brought dozens of media reporters and influencer bloggers to the scene. The judge ultimately ruled that Easton was guilty of rape and sentenced him to seven years in prison. After the verdict, Dianne stood at the courthouse entrance and wept bitterly in front of the cameras: “I’ve always believed that bad people can’t escape the law’s punishment. Thank you all for your support – I will definitely live on strong!” Not only that, she also played the victim extensively in front of the media, tearfully telling reporters that we were a perverted couple who not only used her as a breeding tool but also beat her and kept her confined at home. Easton was speechless and sentenced to prison. And I, as his supposed “accomplice,” couldn’t escape the online harassment either. I received death threats every day. Easton was expelled from the school and overnight became a scumbag despised by everyone. Students were even ashamed to have been his students. And I was fired by my company on the day of the court verdict, and the house we had lived in for ten years was also forced to be compensated to Dianne. In the end, I met my tragic end – dying on the street with no one to save me. Now, recalling the pain and despair of my final moments in my previous life, I still tremble all over, as if falling into an ice cellar. Sometimes I even wondered if Dianne had stolen condoms that Easton had used to do IVF? But that couldn’t possibly succeed either! Because even the doctor said that Easton had azoospermia, and even attempting IVF was almost impossible. Moreover, over these years, it wasn’t like we hadn’t tried, but we failed every time. At dinner, Dianne was busy in the kitchen. I carefully observed this middle-aged woman who had gained weight. Even if she was pregnant, there were no visible signs. Today Easton was away on a business trip attending an academic conference and didn’t come home. Taking advantage of no one being home, I contacted a highly reputable private investigator online and commissioned him to thoroughly investigate Dianne’s background. For the upcoming battle, I need to gather all evidence that would be favorable to me.
The cameras were installed overnight, providing complete coverage of the entire house except for the bathroom and my bedroom. The private investigator was highly efficient, promising to uncover Dianne’s background within a week. And so, I lay in bed restlessly, anxiously awaiting the arrival of May 18th—the day that had brought me to complete ruin in my previous life. I didn’t sleep a wink. When I got up in the morning, my reflection showed deep dark circles under my eyes. Dianne wasn’t a live-in housekeeper; she usually arrived at the house around nine in the morning. In my previous life, I had left early that morning to pick up Easton from the airport. This time, I still followed the same trajectory, but made sure to call Dianne before leaving. I said, “Dianne, we won’t be home all day today. You don’t need to prepare lunch or dinner—just clean the house.” Her voice on the other end was gentle and polite, completely different from the cold woman I’d seen outside the courthouse. I had Easton go straight to school after getting off the plane instead of coming home. I didn’t go to the airport to pick him up either, but walked straight into a coffee shop instead. After settling into a corner seat, I pulled out my tablet and connected to the home surveillance system. Today was my only chance to catch Dianne in the act, and I couldn’t afford to let my guard down for even a second. Dianne arrived home punctually at nine o’clock and began cleaning as usual. Everything seemed normal until noon. Just as I was beginning to feel disappointed, Dianne in the surveillance footage suddenly strutted boldly into my bedroom. When she emerged again, she was wearing my silk nightgown, with my jewelry adorning her neck and hands. She sat on the sofa, elegantly lifting a wine glass, looking every bit like the lady of the house. Then the doorbell rang! Dianne calmly got up and went to answer the door. A young girl walked in. When I saw her face clearly, I nearly dropped my coffee cup. It was Emily Adams—the student Easton was most proud of. At this moment, Emily, whom Easton described as hardworking and reliable, was intimately embracing Dianne. She said, “Mom, dressed like this, you really do look like a wealthy lady.” Dianne pulled Emily down to sit on the sofa with her. Emily noticed the wine and frowned. “Mom, why are you still drinking wine? If someone finds out, they’ll question your pregnancy.” “What are you worried about? The baby won’t be born anyway. Once we do the paternity test, our mission will be complete.” With that, Dianne took another sip of wine and poured a glass for Emily as well. She said, “Emily, after today, we’ll have nothing but good days ahead. This house will be ours sooner or later.” Emily looked around, a flash of greed in her eyes. “Hmph, we’ve been planning this for so long, weren’t we just waiting for this day? Mom, post online this afternoon as planned. I’ve already bought the accounts—I guarantee that by tomorrow, they’ll both be completely ruined!” Dianne smiled even more happily, gently stroking her belly. “You’re really something, coming up with such a brilliant plan. Now, no matter how Mr. Wallace tries to explain, no one will believe him.” “Mom, you still need to be careful. Remember, after the paternity test, you must immediately go and get rid of this… otherwise, we’ll both…” Emily leaned close to Dianne’s ear, lowering her voice. Could this be the truth behind Dianne’s pregnancy? I quickly turned up the volume on my earphones, trying to catch more details. Dianne patted Emily’s shoulder, looking confident. “Don’t worry, I’m being very careful and won’t leave any traces. As soon as the test results come out, I’ll go and get rid of what I planted…”
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