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My mother-in-law begged me to have a baby, saying it would make the family complete. What she didn't tell me was the real reason—she needed my baby's umbilical cord blood to save her daughter's life. My sister-in-law survived, but my son was born too early. His tiny lungs and heart couldn't handle it. He died just thirty minutes after birth. I was devastated, but things got worse. My mother-in-law coldly told me to divorce her son because the doctors said I couldn't have more children. I was useless to them now. When I demanded justice for my baby's death, they showed their true colors. My husband and his mother cornered me on the rooftop and pushed me off the building. I should have died that day. But when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in heaven or a hospital. I was back in my apartment, staring at a positive pregnancy test. Somehow, I'd traveled back in time to the day I discovered I was pregnant. This time, I knew exactly what they were planning—and I wasn't going to let it happen again.