Took Her Curse. Took Her Life

Synopsis

I wasn't even pregnant, but I was popping abortion pills like they were candy. In my past life, after Vivian Graves got pregnant, she somehow passed all her pregnancy side effects to me. She waddled with her big belly, happily eating Extra-Stinky Nachos while I was rushed to the hospital with severe morning sickness and cramps. She flaunted flawless skin in crop tops while my belly had ugly stretch marks. I tried to tell my husband, Sebastian Lynch, but he pushed me away, fed up. "Stop the jealousy. My brother's gone, and Vivian carries his legacy. Of course I care about her. Why do you always act dramatic and play games?" After that, Vivian worsened, doing reckless things during pregnancy, even eating Peanut Butter Cheesecake despite her allergy. I nearly died from a severe allergic shock and ended up in the hospital. At the hospital, doctors couldn't find the problem and said it was jealousy and psychological. Later, Vivian livestreamed her workouts, showcasing her baby bump to build her hot single mom image. After three hours of nonstop dancing, my uterus fell out, and I bled to death. The next time I opened my eyes, it was the day Vivian announced her pregnancy.