Baby's Inner Voice Turned Mom Brave

When I took the pregnancy test results from the doctor, my heart was pounding wildly.

Seven years into my arranged marriage with Frank Jackson, our relationship had long since become one that was in name only.

But the arrival of this child could be a ray of hope to mend our failed marriage.

With that thought, I eagerly pulled out my phone to snap a photo of the pregnancy test result. Then, I was about to share the news with Frank.

Just as I selected the photo, an anxious voice suddenly rang out in my mind, "Wait, Mom! You can't send that!"

Startled, I looked up. However, I didn't see any children around.

Who on earth had just spoken?

Sensing my confusion, the voice spoke again, "Mom, it's me. I'm your baby!"

I was even more confused. Was the baby in my belly talking to me?

But it was only a fetus that had barely taken shape!

The voice continued, "Mommy, you sent that message right after the checkup in your last life. Dad's secretary saw it and got jealous, so she ran off. The deal he was about to sign fell through. In the end, Dad blamed everything on you.

"He let his secretary vent her anger by driving you out. Then, we both got run over by a car!"

My cheeks that had been flushed with excitement a moment ago paled instantly. A chill spread through my entire body.

The image of being crushed under a truck with my body covered in blood flashed through my mind. My heart clenched in terror, and I hurriedly removed the photo I was about to send.

I had no idea if that was true, but I couldn't afford to take the risk.

When I even tossed aside the test report, the baby's satisfied voice sounded, "That's more like it. Mommy, can't you see it by now? Tolerating and suffering in silence won't help. Only by fighting back can you carve out a way for the two of us!"

I returned home uneasily.

It was nearly midnight when Frank finally came back, reeking of alcohol. His newly hired secretary, Natalia Silva, struggled to help him inside. And the moment she came in, she arrogantly ordered me to go to the kitchen and make the hangover remedy.

Just as I was about to stand up, a frustrated voice echoed in my mind, "Stop, Mommy! You're not a maid. Why should you listen to her? You're the lady of this house. Act like it. Talk back, then go upstairs and rest."

My movement paused. My baby kept urging me.

Taking a deep breath, I said stiffly, "Ms. Silva, have you had too much to drink? This is my home. It's not your place to tell me what to do."

As soon as the words fell, shock appeared on Natalia's face.

I steadied myself, stood up, and walked straight back to my bedroom.

Once I reached the second floor, the baby cheered inside my belly, "Nice job, Mommy! That's how you should carry yourself. See? It wasn't that hard, right?"

I tried to calm my heart. A flicker of excitement arose in me.

I realized that fighting back really wasn't that hard.

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The next morning, Frank came downstairs with a frown as I was eating breakfast. His face was scrunched. He was clearly suffering from the hangover.

Natalia came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of oatmeal. She placed it in front of him with a concerned look on her face.

Frank paused, looking at Natalia. "Why are you here?"

She glanced at me and explained awkwardly, "Mr. Jackson, I brought you home last night. You were completely drunk, but Mrs. Jackson refused to take care of you and went back to her room early to rest."