Chapter 1
Vera Carter coaxed me into having a baby just to save her sick daughter, Lily.
My son's umbilical cord blood saved Lily's life.
But he was born too early—his heart and lungs couldn't handle it. He died 30 minutes after birth.
Vera, David Carter's heartless mother, looked at me coldly. "Divorce my son. The doctor says you can't have more children."
I was furious. I wanted my son back. I wanted justice.
However, they forced me over the edge of the rooftop.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day I found out I was pregnant.
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On the operating table, as cold instruments cut into me and pain washed over my body, I realized—I really was back.
My life had reset.
In my past life, David and I fell in love in college. After seven years together, we got married.
David treated me well after the wedding, and six months later, I got pregnant.
It didn't make sense. We'd been careful.
We'd agreed to wait three years before having kids.
We wanted to build up our savings first.
That way, we could give our future child a better life.
My career was taking off. I'd just closed a huge deal.
My boss hinted I was next in line to run our city's regional office.
But David and Vera wore me down with their sweet words.
David looked at me tenderly. "Honey, I want us to have a child so badly—our child.
"If this baby found us, it must be fate. Let's keep it."
Vera was thrilled. She bought baby things and fussed over me constantly.
I touched my belly, feeling the tiny life inside.
So I agreed.
After I got pregnant, I had worrying symptoms—spotting, cramps. I was terrified of losing the baby.
Vera told me I was working too hard.
"Emma, we're family. I won't let you struggle. I have savings—why not relax for a couple of years?"
She seemed so sincere, so caring. I quit my job.
I spent most of my pregnancy in bed, barely moving, trying to keep the baby safe.
David was sweet at first, constantly checking on me. But gradually, he grew cold and distant.
I felt hurt, but Vera assured me. "All fathers-to-be get stressed. David has work to worry about. Be patient with him."
After hearing this over and over, I blamed myself.
I tried everything to make David happy every day.
Sadly, even with all my caution, the baby came early.
Blood ran down my legs, pooling on the floor. However, David and Vera were nowhere to be found.
I bit my tongue hard to stay conscious and managed to call David.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital room, blinded by white walls.
My lost gaze swept the strange room and fell on the nurse. I clutched her sleeve desperately.
"How's my baby?"
The nurse looked at me with pity.
She said I'd almost bled to death on the operating table.
I survived, but the doctors said I could never have children again.
My son, born too early, couldn't make it. His heart and lungs were too weak.
He died in less than 30 minutes.
The world went black with the next blow. A splintering pain seized me, so deep I could barely breathe. "Where's David?" I choked out, every breath a battle.
David finally rushed in. He said he'd already handled our son's remains—to spare me more pain.
I never saw my baby. Not even once.
The day I was discharged, Vera showed up smiling like nothing had happened.
"It's all thanks to you—my daughter gets to live," she said.
That was why she talked me into getting pregnant.
Vera's daughter, Lily, had leukemia and needed umbilical cord blood. Yet the waitlist in our city was two to three years long.
I grabbed Vera and David, screaming hysterically for them to give me back my child.
However, they forced me over the edge of the rooftop.