Chapter 1

To take advantage of my high-end nutritionist, Chloe and her husband moved right into my house.

Whatever she wanted, I gave it to her.

But two months later, she had a miscarriage due to the flu.

When I went to comfort her, she stared at my stomach and hissed,

“Why is it so unfair? Why didn't *you* get the flu?”

Her husband, Ryan, then lunged at me, stabbing me dozens of times.

“Bitch! Is this how you took care of my wife? You killed my unborn son, and now you’ll pay for his life with yours!”

After I died, they burned my body. They even lied to my husband, telling him I accidentally caused a fire myself.

My husband fell into a deep depression and eventually slit his wrists out of sheer grief.

And they? They simply moved into my home.

My soul trembled with fury.

Then, I opened my eyes again. I was back on the day Chloe and Ryan first moved into my house.

“Oh my God, Aurora, your house is so huge! You say I'm your bestie, but you didn't even prepare a room for me. I don't care, I'm taking this room! Consider it a welcome gift for my son.”

In a daze, I heard Chloe's voice.

Then, a deep male voice chimed in,

“Exactly! Chloe’s always saying you're her best friend, but you're being so secretive. How about this, once the kids are born, we’ll arrange for them to get engaged. Our families would truly be inseparable!”

A shiver ran down my spine as I heard those familiar words.

Hadn't I already died?

Why was I hearing Chloe and Ryan’s voices again?

The lingering ache of excruciating pain still reminded me that not long ago, Chloe and her husband, Ryan, had brutally murdered me.

Chloe lost her three-month-old baby due to the flu, and she blamed my baby for killing hers.

She pushed me down the stairs, and her husband savagely stabbed me with a knife.

One, two, three… each stab plunged into my stomach.

My baby and I were tortured, suffering unbearable pain.

With my last breath, I only saw them dragging me into the kitchen, lighting a fire, ready to burn my body and destroy the evidence.

Flames devoured my body.

After the intense pain, I died completely.

Chloe's voice continued,

“Hey, Aurora, I think Ryan’s idea is great. Look, my belly’s all pointy, definitely a boy, and yours is so round, everyone says round bellies mean girls.

“We’re such good friends, an engagement for our kids would be perfect, wouldn't it? You’ll agree, right?”

Hearing those familiar words again, a chill shot up from my feet.

I looked over and saw Chloe staring at me expectantly, her eyes filled with greed.

It took me a while to realize I had been reborn.

Reborn on the very day Chloe and Ryan moved into my house.

It happened exactly the same way in my last life.

I got pregnant first, and a week later, Chloe told me she'd also tested positive.

But we were both only two months along, barely even showing.

Yet she was already so sure she was having a boy and I was having a girl.

She even proposed something crazy like an engagement.

Back then, I just thought it was a joke and agreed.

I never imagined Chloe would become increasingly outrageous because of it. Relying on my husband’s and my family’s wealth, she constantly demanded money and things.

She’d say she needed to prepare the best for her son so he could become a high-achiever, ensuring his future mother-in-law had something to brag about.

Whenever I hesitated to give her something, she’d whine,

“Aurora, this is your future son-in-law in my belly! You said you only want one child, so won't you eventually rely on my son to take care of you in your old age? Girls just aren't as reliable. If you don't want to give it to me, are you looking down on us?”

At the time, I truly believed Chloe was my best friend, so I gave in to her every whim.

Even if I felt any resentment, I dismissed it as me being petty or overly suspicious.

But what happened in the end? They just used me as their personal ATM.

She went out to a concert, caught the flu, and then blamed me for her miscarriage.

When I went to comfort her, she snapped,

“Why is it so unfair? Why didn't *you* get the flu?”

Her husband then savagely stabbed me dozens of times,

“Bitch! Is this how you took care of my wife? You killed my unborn son, and now you’ll pay for his life with yours!”

To vent their rage, they even burned my body to ashes.