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The house was never going to Lydia. The moment I got home, I put it up for sale with a real estate agent. Meanwhile, Lydia was still basking in her dream of a free house, growing more convinced that her belly was
truly precious, unwilling to deny her three future property–inheritors anything. Supplements flowed into her
like a river.
Strangely, the more she ate, the more she could eat. Her appetite grew insatiable. Now, even eight bowls of rice per meal left her feeling hungry. The moment she put down her bowl, she demanded fruits and pastries, specifically choosing expensive delicacies like durian and mangosteen.
If Marcus so much as mentioned the cost, Lydia would immediately punch her belly. “It’s all your fault, you three gold–devouring beasts! Can’t you see your father’s heart aches over the expense?”
Mother, unusually angry, glared at Marcus. “You insolent boy, what do you know? A good appetite is a blessi-
ng! Everything your wife eats is providing nourishment for my three precious grandsons!”
“A woman only carries a child for ten months. If she can eat, we grit our teeth and provide. As long as it’s good for my precious grandsons, you mustn’t feel any regret.” Marcus quickly clarified, “I don’t regret it, I don‘
t regret it.”
Whenever this happened, Lydia would deliberately puff out her stomach, like a victorious general. While Marcus claimed not to regret it, he would turn around and complain to me behind Lydia’s back. “Clara, triplet sons are an honor, but if your sister–in–law keeps eating like this, I’ll be begging in the streets.”
I understood his unspoken plea, and shrewdly offered, “I’ll send over more bird’s nest and shark fin tomorr-
ow.”
Under Mother’s indulgence, Lydia’s appetite grew monstrous. She became a literal sphere, struggling to walk. Mother, however, delightedly saw her weight gain as a good sign–a chubby mother meant healthy, easy–to- raise children. Her three golden grandsons would grow as strong as oxen, all thanks to her.
Lydia, hearing this, ate even more recklessly. A single meal swelled to ten bowls of rice, and all sorts of fruits and snacks were shoveled into her mouth as if they were free. Marcus, feeling he wouldn’t be able to afford his underwear soon if Lydia kept eating like this, complained to me with increasing frequency.
Marcus’s resentment. It was so palpable, I could feel it from a thousand miles away.
Liam’s job transfer offered a promotion and a significant raise, but the only drawback was the thousand–mile distance from home. He had been hesitant. In my previous life, I had been unwilling to leave our hometown, so he had turned it down. This time, I made a different choice. A month later, Mother arrived at my doorstep.
seeking help.
She asked me to go back and persuade Lydia to eat less, to make natural childbirth easier. Mother, who alw- ays preached that a good appetite was a blessing, found even her unbearable. Just how much could Lydia be eating?
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My curiosity got the better of me. I accompanied Mother back home. As we entered, Lydia was eating. Mot
her told me she was now eating eight meals a day. I stared, dumbfounded, at the sheer volume of food or
the table. A massive rice cooker brimmed with rice, enough to feed ten ordinary men. The vegetables and
meat on the table were served in enormous basins.
Lydia seemed ravenous. She didn’t even bother with chopsticks, simply grabbing the food with her hands. She looked like a famished ghost reborn. In no time, Lydia had devoured every scrap of food. Then my gaze fell upon her belly. I gasped, almost screaming, but managed to clamp a hand over my mouth just in time, sc as not to disturb the person completely focused on licking her bowl clean.
Her belly was grotesquely distended into three enormous spherical bulges, like three fully inflated balloons stitched together. The skin was stretched so thin, I feared it would rupture any second. Perhaps because the skin was so transparent, I could vaguely discern what was inside. All three spheres were filled with bulging liquid. And within the liquid, fist–sized objects were moving. But I did not believe those were fetuses. I hac no idea what kind of monstrosities they were.
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The more I looked, the more a profound horror seized me. I wanted to turn and flee.
Lydia noticed our presence. Her eyes lit up as she saw me. “Clara, perfect timing! How did the property trans fer discussion go with your brother–in–law? Your nephews are due any day now, you need to hurry up!”
Her tone conveyed she already considered my house her property. No wonder she dared to gorge herself sc recklessly. She had my house as her guarantee. I suppressed the anger in my heart and smiled. “Lydia, Liam is on a business trip recently. I spoke to him over the phone, and he said he’ll transfer it as soon as he gets back.”
Lydia heard this, and cackled like an old hen. Marcus also looked delighted. “Sister, why didn’t you tell us such great news sooner?”
“I wanted to wait until Liam returned to tell you both. Consider it a little surprise.”
Mother’s spirits soared. Unusually, she offered to keep me. “Clara, eat dinner at home today. There’s you favorite fish porridge on the stove.”
Lydia heard this, and her eyebrows immediately shot up. “Mother, your favoritism towards Clara is too obvi ous! She’s not pregnant, why should she eat fish porridge? What kind of married sister comes home and steals food from her pregnant sister–in–law? People will laugh at us!”
Mother looked at me, her face full of dilemma. “Clara, you see…”
“I have things to do at the office. I won’t stay for dinner. Lydia can have all the fish porridge.”
Only then did Lydia calm down. But it wasn’t over. She spoke with an air of entitlement. “Your nephews have been quite restless lately. Marcus took me for a drive yesterday, but his old car was too bumpy. It almost jostled the nephews too much. You should leave your car for Marcus to use.”
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I sneered inwardly, but expressed regret. “Lydia, why didn’t you say so earlier? Liam drove the car on his business trip, and Mother and I had to take a cab back.”
Good thing I prepared. Otherwise, if I left the car, I wouldn’t have been able to get back home. My previous car had been ‘borrowed‘ repeatedly by them until it became theirs.
Her perfect plan thwarted, Lydia slammed the bedroom door, her face a mask of furious indignation.
Mother glared at me. “Why provoke her? It’s just a car! Give it to her, and spare her the unhappiness!”
Heh. My own mother, such grand pronouncements. A luxury car worth a fortune, spoken of as if it were a worthless cabbage.
I couldn’t bear another minute in that house. Just as I was about to leave, Lydia’s agonizing screams echoed from the bedroom. “Ahhh! My belly hurts so much! My belly hurts so much!”
Lydia’s cries were heartbreaking, but Marcus impatiently grunted, “Always either threatening to jump or com- plaining of a stomachache. Can’t you stop pretending?”
Mother glared at Marcus again. “Say less! She’s carrying a child now, so you tolerate it. Whatever anger you have, save it until after she gives birth.”
Lydia’s screams grew more piercing. I peered through the door crack. Lydia was writhing on the floor in ago- ny. “Take me to the hospital! My stomach hurts so badly! Quickly, take me to the hospital!”
Mother, worried Lydia might harm her belly, instructed Marcus. “Quickly, go in and tie Lydia to the bed! Don’t let her hurt my precious golden grandsons!”
Marcus looked at Lydia, who was repeatedly hitting her belly and screaming in pain. He remembered what I had said, and hesitated. “Mother, why don’t we take Lydia to the hospital to see a specialist? She really see-
ms to be in a lot of pain.”
“Who doesn’t feel pain during pregnancy? Your old mother here almost died when you were doing somersau- Its in my belly, but I endured it, didn’t I?”
“Your wife has three wombs, so naturally it hurts more. But no matter how much it hurts, she will endure it! My grandsons are absolutely not going to a hospital, that place of death and ill–omen!”
Marcus thought Mother made sense. He tied Lydia with a rope while trying to persuade her. “Wife, let’s listen
to Mother and not go to the hospital. Don’t be so delicate, just bear with it!”
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I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. And I certainly wouldn’t dare, as in my previous life, to secretly take Lydia to a major hospital to see a specialist. If I dared to secretly save her, she would brazenly frame me for my death. I was genuinely terrified of her.
I hurried downstairs, only to be stopped by old Mrs. Henderson, a neighbor. “Clara, your sister–in–law wails all day, especially loudly at night. I already suffer from insomnia, and now the noise keeps me awake even with
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medication.”
Another neighbor, hearing this, also complained to me. “Mrs. Henderson can’t sleep because of the noise,
but my six–month–old granddaughter can’t sleep because of it! I merely knocked to remind them, and your mother cursed me black and blue, telling me to buy a villa if I didn’t like the noise, and that they had no obli
gation to accommodate my granddaughter. What kind of talk is that?!”
“I went to remind them, and your brother chased me out with his fist, saying I’d upset your sister–in–law and
cause her to miscarry, and that I’d have to pay for his three sons! What kind of logic is that?!”
More and more neighbors gathered around me, all complaining volubly about Mother and Marcus, asking me to control them. I shook my head, a bitter expression on my face. “It would be more useful to call the police than to ask me. If I could control them, I wouldn’t have been forced to agree to transfer the house to Lydia,
just to appease her.”
With that, I swept my hand, leaving nothing but the dust of my departure. But the seed of calling the police
had been firmly planted in the neighbors‘ minds.
That evening, Lydia wailed again, and someone called the authorities. But even when officers arrived, it was
no use. Lydia stood there, belly protruding, and said, “My stomach hurts, and I’m not doing it on purpose.”
The officers, seeing her astonishingly large belly, advised her briefly then withdrew, fearing she might claim
injury if they pressed her. But the number of people calling the authorities kept increasing. They’d leave, and someone else would call. This cycle repeated, making Mother and the others‘ nights utterly unbearable.
They grew frustrated. Unwilling to confront the authorities directly, Marcus grabbed a knife and went door to door, threatening to stab anyone who dared to call the police again. Well, that escalated quickly. Lydia’s midnight wailing was, at most, a public nuisance. But Marcus’s actions? That was a criminal offense.
So, someone reported it that very day, and Marcus was taken away by the police. Mother called me, asking
me to find a way to get Marcus out. I agreed readily on the phone. The moment I hung up, I popped open a
bottle of beer to celebrate.
Marcus was in custody. At home, the two women who loved him erupted into battle. Lydia blamed Mother
for being old and senile, for making Marcus threaten the neighbors, which now not only endangered their
son’s future but also ruined her three sons‘ chances of entering public service.
Mother would never accept such a grave accusation. She blamed Lydia for her lack of endurance, arguing
that if Lydia hadn’t screamed like a stuck pig from the pain, Marcus wouldn’t have needed to threaten people
with a knife and get arrested.
Each woman believed herself in the right. After a heated argument, Lydia resorted to her usual tactic: threat- ening to jump and punching her belly to make Mother relent. But after just two punches, blood began to flow from her lower body.
Mother was so stunned she stammered incoherently. “It’s only a little over seven months! How could it be a premature birth? No! It’s not the fated day yet, you have to bear with it!”
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Lydia writhed on the floor in agony, the blood from her lower body increasing. But Mother still insisted she endure. Lydia couldn’t bear the pain any longer. She shrieked, demanding to go to the hospital, but Mother adamantly refused. Finally, Lydia called her own mother. Her mother, along with her family, stormed in and
carried Lydia to the hospital.
Seeing Lydia’s condition, the doctor immediately arranged for a C–section. Mother tried to object. “No! Abso- lutely no C–section! My grandsons‘ fated day hasn’t arrived yet!”
The doctor, having dealt with many superstitious old women, retorted exasperatedly, “Fated day? If we don’t perform the C–section now, neither mother nor children will survive!”
“What? Neither mother nor children?!” Mother was utterly stunned. Marcus, who had rushed to the hospital, also froze upon hearing this. He was lucky; the police, considering him a first–time offender and having cau- sed no substantial harm, released him after two days. He arrived just as Lydia was being admitted.
He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Doctor, why can’t my sons be saved?”
The doctor explained to Marcus that the three wombs were actually a uterine malformation, making deform- ities likely. Given Lydia’s abnormal fetal presentation, the possibility of fetal abnormalities was high. A scan would quickly confirm it. As expected, the scan confirmed severe fetal deformities. The doctor advised against carrying the pregnancy to term. He also recommended a hysterectomy for Lydia, emphasizing that
saving her life was paramount.
Mother, hearing Lydia was carrying deformed children, collapsed to the floor, weeping. “Impossible! My grandsons eat and grow fast, how can they be deformed? I knew it! You people, jealous that you can’t have triplets yourselves, are trying to murder my three precious golden grandsons!”
Marcus thought Mother made sense. “Doctor, my sons must be born.”
Lydia, hearing this, erupted in curses. “Marcus Vance, you bastard! You only care about saving your sons,
what about me?!”
Lydia’s family members swarmed him, raining punches and kicks upon Marcus. Lydia’s mother grabbed Mar- cus’s collar. “If anything happens to my daughter, I’ll send you to hell to accompany her!”
Marcus, writhing in pain, pleaded, “The children must be saved, but the mother must be saved too!”
The doctor rolled his eyes in exasperation. “The old ways are long dead! You think we still choose between mother and child?” National law explicitly prioritized the mother’s life in cases of difficult childbirth.
After careful consideration, the doctor decided on a C–section to remove the fetuses and place them in incubators, and a hysterectomy for Lydia to save her life. Marcus signed the consent form.
Lydia was wheeled into the operating room. The others waited outside.
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By the time I leisurely arrived at the hospital, Lydia’s C–section was already complete. Lydia’s womb had beer removed, and her life was saved. Her three sons had also been successfully delivered and placed in incuba-
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tors. However, their bodies were conjoined, a single torso with three heads, a grotesque fusion with six
imbs – just like the abominations of old tales.
Lydia took one look and fainted on the spot. When the nurse brought them out to Marcus, his hands slipped. and he almost dropped them. The nurse, quick as a flash, caught them.
Mother, utterly shattered, burst into the delivery room, hitting and cursing the doctors, insisting they hac swapped her three golden grandsons. The doctor, seeing her unstable condition, administered a sedative She hadn’t woken up since.
looked at my unconscious mother, my fainted sister–in–law, and my brother, Marcus, who stood there shatt- red and dumbstruck. For a long time, I couldn’t speak. A mixture of emotions churned within me, a taste couldn’t quite place.
had thought I would feel immense satisfaction watching them face their retribution. But seeing them truly suffer their fate, I felt no thrill of revenge. Instead, there was an inexplicable sadness.
The nurse entered, announcing it was time to visit the children in the incubators. Marcus stood motionless,
as if he hadn’t heard.
thought for a moment, then followed the nurse to the viewing room. Although I had prepared myself, I was still horrified by the sight of my “nephews” in the incubators – whether they were human or monster, I coul in’t tell. Three heads, six arms, one body – the sight sent shivers down my spine. I looked once, then dared
not look again.
The nurse reminded me that the incubator fees were due. She had already told Marcus twice, but he hadn’t
enewed them. These were the very ‘treasures‘ they had obsessed over, even as they suffocated me in my ast life. How could they not renew the fees? I would cover it. I generously swiped my card and left. Sigh. I ad originally intended to say goodbye to Mother and the others. But now, with some unconscious, some ainted, and some utterly shattered, I could only leave without a word.
When Mother called me, I was already boarding a plane bound for a distant land. “Clara, where are you? Didn’t you say you’d give each nephew sixty–six thousand credits when they were born? Where’s your gift?”
She was remarkably resilient. Even after her grandsons turned out to be abominations, she woke up still
emembering the money. “Mother, I completely forgot until you mentioned it. I had them prepared, but I was
o startled by the nephews, I forgot to give them. I’m away on a business trip now. How about this, I’ll give hem to you when I get back!”
Mother teared up when I mentioned the nephews, still insisting the hospital had swapped her three golden.
randsons. But whether they were swapped or not wasn’t up to her word alone. The doctors had already
hown Marcus the C–section video. My three nephews had undeniably been delivered from Lydia’s womb.
here was no denying it.
Though I was a thousand miles away, I still kept my birth family in mind. I kept following the aftermath of the
ituation. Lydia stayed in the hospital until her discharge, her body recovering. They packed their things and
nuck home under the cover of night, intending to abandon the three children at the hospital.
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The hospital, of course, refused to accept this burden. They tracked them down using their address. At firs Mother and Marcus hid in their home, refusing to answer the door, thinking that if the hospital couldn’t get i they would leave with the children. But the hospital, through years of experience, had anticipated such site
ations. They took the children to the community center.
Originally, when the abominations were born, Mother and Marcus had desperately kept it secret, no on knew. But the moment the children were brought to the community center, chaos erupted. All the elder men and women relaxing there found out. And once they knew, pretty much everyone within a hundred–mil
radius knew.
The news that the Vance family’s daughter–in–law had given birth to grotesque triplets spread like wildfire. A arrogant as Mother and Marcus had been about Lydia’s triplets before, they were now equally ashamed They didn’t even dare to leave their house, fearing questions.
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Huddled in their home, every glance at the triplets fueled their resentment. Mother blamed Lydia for being
useless, unable to bear a normal child, instead giving birth to three abominations that made her a laughings tock. Lydia, having been pampered and idolized for months during her pregnancy, was haughty and no longe
the simple woman she once was.
Coupled with the scene Mother and Marcus had created at the hospital, where they tried to prioritize the children over her life, Lydia had grown to despise them both. “I gave birth to abominations because you Vance ancestors lacked virtue! What kind of family, when their daughter–in–law gives birth, doesn’t try to
save her, but instead tries to send her to her death?!”
“Because of your depravity, even the heavens dared not give your Vance family normal children!” They bicke red back and forth, turning the house into a battlefield.
Marcus, his head aching from the constant arguments, slammed his hand on the table. “Stop arguing! If you don’t want to raise them, then give them away! What’s the point of fighting?!”
Lydia’s eyes lit up. “Let your sister raise them! We don’t need the house; consider it payment for raising the
children.”
Mother slapped her thigh. “What a brilliant idea! Why didn’t we think of that then?!”
The three of them conspired. Mother called me. “Clara, how lonely and quiet it must be without children at home! Now your brother is giving you his sons to raise. You don’t have to get pregnant, don’t have to go thro ugh childbirth, and you’ll have lively, bouncing children to raise! How wonderful is that?!”
I laughed. “Mother, such a wonderful opportunity, why don’t you keep it for yourselves!” What a joke! Her three–headed, six–limbed golden grandsons, for me to raise? They must have lost their minds. Did they think had lost mine too? How dare they call me with such a proposition? Ignoring Mother’s furious curses on the phone, I hung up and immediately blocked her number.
When Mother couldn’t reach me, Marcus and Lydia tried. I treated them the same way–didn’t answer, just blocked their numbers. But they still didn’t give up. They left the abominations at my doorstep, thinking I
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surely wouldn’t stand by and watch my nephews starve! They were convinced my business trip was a lie, deliberate attempt to avoid them.
Believing they had rid themselves of the monstrous grandsons, Mother’s thoughts returned to the Vanc family lineage. Behind Lydia’s back, she secretly spoke to Marcus. “Your wife can’t conceive, so let’s fin someone else to bear a child for us. We’ll bring it home to raise. What can she do, a barren old hen without womb, stop us?”
Marcus was tempted, but money was an issue. “Mother, women are very practical these days. Who will bea a child for you without money? I’m penniless. Even if I wanted to find someone, I don’t have the funds.”
He then complained to Mother. “Back then, I told you not to eat so well, not to spend so much money, bu you insisted that a good appetite was a blessing. Now look, we don’t even have money to find someone to
bear a child!”
Mother, feeling guilty, let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I thought your wife was carrying Mother’s three gold en grandsons then, didn’t I? If I had known this, I wouldn’t have given her a single thing.”
They didn’t know Lydia was standing right behind them. Hearing their conversation, she trembled with rage She grabbed Mother’s hair and slammed her head against the wall. “You shameless old hag! You don’t teach your son anything good, just encourage him to go out and find other women! And you dare say I have nc womb, can’t conceive?!”
“Pah! Did my three wombs grow in your belly, old woman?! It’s your family’s ancestral plot that’s cursed, una- ble to contain such immense fortune, so it spawned three–headed, six–limbed abominations for your lega-
cy…
Mother, dazed from the impact, clawed wildly at Lydia’s face. They struck at each other, neither showing mercy. Mother, being older, was no match for Lydia’s strength. Lydia straddled her, raining blows. “Son, are you just going to stand there and watch your wife beat me?!”
Seeking outside help when outmatched–Mother’s tactic was sound. But the help she found was unreliable.
Marcus stared at the chaotic scene, thinking of his empty pockets, thanks to listening to Mother. He stomp-
ed his foot. “Go ahead and fight! I’m too tired to deal with you!”
With a thunderous slam of the door, he turned and went to his study to play games. The result of his aband-
onment? An ambulance took away two injured women. Mother’s head was split open by Lydia’s assault.
Lydia’s left leg was broken by Mother’s counterattack. Quite a fierce battle, indeed!
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They left the children at my doorstep, unaware that I had already sold the house. The new owners, horrified by the sight of a three–headed, six–limbed abomination, immediately called the authorities. Marcus and Lydia had a history of child abandonment; the hospital had already filed reports. The police easily traced the chil- dren to them. Upon returning the children, they gave Marcus a severe reprimand.
My sale of the house and my move were also fully exposed. They tried to call me to settle scores. But they pulled out their phones only to realize my number was long disconnected. The three of them cursed me for
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half a day, but ultimately had to accept reality.
Mother and Lydia were both bedridden, recovering from their injuries. The burden of caring for the childre fell squarely on Marcus. His heart was already overflowing with resentment, and he had been spoiled into complete slacker by Mother. As he “cared” for them, the three–headed, six–limbed nephews… simply cease
to be.
Lydia lay in bed, weeping and cursing him, accusing him of intent. Marcus merely smoked, his head bowed saying nothing. Only Mother seemed to find a strange peace, sighing softly. “It’s fate. It was their destiny.”
I had thought their lives would return to normal once the children were gone. But within half a month, I rece ived a call from the police. They told me to return home to handle my brother’s and mother’s funeral arrang
ements.
I was stunned. When I returned, I learned that three days after the children’s deaths, Marcus had taken up with a widow. Lydia, somehow getting wind of it, caught them in the act. But she had reacted with chilling composure. She even told Marcus that if he could bring back a son, the Vance family legacy must not be broken. Marcus praised Lydia for being a virtuous wife, and Mother also felt she had finally become sensible
This sensible, virtuous Lydia had specially prepared a feast, inviting the widow to thank her for being willing to bear a son for Marcus. After they finished eating, all three collapsed into a deep slumber. Lydia had lacec the food with a potent amount of sedative. She then tightly closed the doors and windows of the house, and turned on the gas range. By the time the neighbors noticed something was amiss, they had already passed
away.
But Lydia was nowhere to be found. Surveillance footage showed her leaping from a bridge, but after three days of searching the river, her body was never recovered. The police suspected her body had been swept away. I even arranged a funeral for her.
But on the night before I left. As I entered the hotel, a shadowy figure lunged at me. A sharp pain blobed in my abdomen. In the dim corridor light, Lydia’s twisted, furious face was faintly visible. “Clara Vance, why didn’t you take me to see the specialist this time? Why didn’t you save me?!”
‘It wasn’t like this in the last life! I didn’t give birth to abominations…”
So, she had been reborn too.
I clutched the wound on my abdomen, cold sweat beading on my forehead. In my previous life, I saved her,
and she wanted me dead. In this life, I minded my own business, respected her choices, and she still wanted me dead. Why? Was it wrong for me to just want to live a good life with my husband?
Lydia didn’t believe she was wrong. Instead, a grotesque sneer twisted her lips. “I won’t just kill you. I’ll kill your husband too. I’ll send your whole family to reunite in the afterlife!”
Hearing this, all the blood in my veins turned to ice. What had Liam done wrong? He merely married me. In
my last life, they killed him. In this life, she still wanted to kill him.
Fury made me forget the pain in my body. I lunged, snatching at her dagger. She hadn’t expected me to have
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the strength to fight for the dagger after being stabbed. She gripped the dagger tightly, continuing to strikes my wound. The pain from the wound made me suck in a sharp breath. I gritted my teeth and scoffed. “Sire you’re reborn, then you should know better than anyone why I didn’t save you.”
She paused, startled. “You’re reborn too? No wonder you didn’t save me…”
I seized her moment of hesitation, wrenched the dagger from her hand, and lunged at her. Why wouldn’t she leave us alone? Why was she so determined to destroy us? This time, even if it cost me my life, I wouldn’t le
her harm Liam.
She dodged my attack, raising her foot to kick me, but Liam, who had just arrived, kicked her first, sending her flying. The security guards, arriving moments later, subdued her.
She fought back, babbling about rebirth, past lives, and this life. Sirens wailed, and she was taken away b the authorities. At the precinct, she continued to insist she was a reborn person. The officers believed she was feigning madness to evade responsibility. After testing, she was confirmed to be of sound mind. Sh was ultimately sentenced to death.
1 had suffered a knife wound, but thankfully it wasn’t critical; my life was not in danger. Liam constantly bla med himself for not being by my side to protect me.
I smiled, taking his hand. “Then, will you spend the rest of your life making up for that moment’s regret?”
He replied without hesitation. “Yes!”
A lifetime, forever! I gazed at my beloved, my eyes filled with happiness. This time, I could finally hope for lifetime together. It was truly wonderful!
