My husband had sex with ten mistresses in every corner of our bridal suite on our wedding night, right before my eyes. I gritted my teeth and swallowed every ounce of humiliation. Until I was six months pregnant. While I was upstairs for a prenatal checkup, he was having wild sex with my best friend in the Maybach downstairs. I confronted him in a breakdown, but he just shrugged nonchalantly: "We're out of condoms. Go buy another box. Make sure they're ultra-thin." I lost control and lunged at him. But Adrian suddenly slammed on the accelerator, deliberately crashing the car into my stomach. Blood pooled beneath me. Both my unborn child and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he was having sex with my best friend in the car. This time, I wanted neither the child nor Adrian. But why did he go crazy this time?

Chapter 1

During the checkup, the doctor told me the fetus was developing perfectly.

On the screen, the little one's hand was even even formed a heart shape.

I took a picture, intending to show it to Adrian.

But when I walked into the parking garage, I saw the familiar Maybach rocking rhythmically.

I froze for a moment, then forced myself to walk closer.

Inside the car, two figures were tangled together.

Amidst the movement, an earring flashed on the woman's ear.

It was the birthday gift I had given to my best friend, Chloe Cresswell.

On my phone screen, the baby's 4D ultrasound image still glowed.

Inside the luxury car, my husband and my best friend were reaching their final climax.

The scene before me made me realize with absolute clarity: I had been reborn.

In my last life, I impulsively yanked the car door open, fought with the cheating couple, only to be run over and killed by Adrian.

But this time, I simply cradled my belly and waited quietly outside the car.

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