Chapter 2

I peered out the window, and sure enough, there was a crowd of people gathered, watching.

My apartment's on the ground floor. If I jumped out the window now, everyone would see me.

While I was still wondering what to do, my dad suddenly broke down the bedroom door.

He had an expression I'd never seen before, deadly serious. "Come out here."

I stiffened and walked into the living room, where I saw those six men and children again from my previous life.

My heart skipped a beat; I even forgot to breathe.

I had thought my parents were going to force me to go to the hotel for the ceremony. I never expected these six men to show up at my house.

The six children swarmed around me.

"Mommy."

"Mommy."

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Their incessant chattering gave me a headache.

Looking at their faces, some of them vaguely resembled me. No wonder my parents believed them. Even I almost believed it.

"Eliza always seemed like such a sweet, quiet girl. Who knew she was secretly having kids with six different men?"

"What do you know? These days, young people's private lives are a disaster."

"These guys are practically Mr. Vance's age, and their clothes are totally worn out. What did she ever see in them?"

"Maybe she just has a thing for older men."

"Mr. Vance, I've been single my whole life, make your daughter have a baby for me too!"

"Me too, me too! Have one for me!"

"My wife died twenty years ago. Can I spend a few nights with her?"

The neighbors' words sent shivers down my spine.

My parents, meanwhile, sat on the sofa, completely unmoved.

I forcefully pushed the children away. "Who's your mom? Don't call me that!"

That push made my living room erupt.

The rising cries attracted even more onlookers.

It was a holiday, so probably half the people in the apartment complex were standing outside my door.

"How can you push your own children like that, you monster?"

"Exactly! No matter what, they're your flesh and blood!"

"You were the one who insisted on having a child with me, and then after the baby was born, you just ran off and didn't care."

One of the men hugged a three or four-year-old girl, sitting on the floor and wiping his tears.

"She told you the same thing? So you said the exact same words to six different men? And I looked for you with our child for so long!"

This man's child was older.

The children ranged from about three or four to seven or eight years old.

I was in school every day; when would I have time to have children?

My best friend, Chloe, could vouch for me!

In my last life, Chloe had gone to look for Daniel, missing this whole scene with the men.

Last night, I had already told Chloe that the wedding was canceled.

She hadn't asked why, she just completely agreed.

I was about to call her when a man snatched my phone and smashed it to the floor.

"You tramp! Who are you trying to call now? Aren't we enough for you? You're really putting on an act!"

"I heard you're getting married today. I want to see which man dares to marry a whore like you."

"What are you doing! I'm not the woman you're looking for!"

Seeing my phone shattered to pieces, my anger reached its peak.

"Still denying it?! You have a red birthmark on your shoulder, don't you?!"

"And two black moles on your waist."

"And a red mole on your left breast."

"And a butterfly tattoo on your inner thigh."

The men's descriptions were spot-on, but I didn't know them at all, nor had I ever slept with them.

"If you want to prove we have the wrong person, take off your clothes."

"Yeah, yeah, take off your clothes."