So Much for Childfree Love

The stab to my chest still felt fresh, like the knife had just been yanked out.I jolted awake, soaked in cold sweat. Out in the living room, Theo was fixing his tie, slipping into that pricey custom suit I'd just bought him."Honey, I've got to work late at the university tonight. I can't make it to dinner."Those words hit like déjà vu. Valentine's Day. Again. I'd been reborn.His voice was soft, sweet—like he actually cared.I looked at his lying face and felt nothing but disgust.Last time, I fell for the act. Hard.I married him, even when my parents warned me not to.He told me I was his one and only, said he wanted a future with just us. I believed him and even had my uterus removed—with him holding my hand.Then came Valentine's Day. He said he was working late. Liar. He was with Cecilia—his pregnant mistress.Cecilia was the PhD student he helped land funding for. The one who joined us for dinner like it was nothing. She always greeted me so sweetly. I even told her

Smack!Priscilla stormed in and slapped me first, yanking my wrist mid-swing. "Naomi Neville, how dare you?! What kind of doctor tries to hit her patient?"I don't know what Theo ever saw in you. Now that Cecilia's finally pregnant with our family's heir—back in my day, a woman who couldn't bear a son would've been kicked out! Who still marries an infertile wife?"We were far too generous. And you—trying to sabotage the pregnancy now? If you even THINK about harming that baby, I swear—"In my last life, staying childfree wasn't my choice—it was Theo's. But to protect his image, I took the fall and told the world it was all me.That gave Priscilla the perfect excuse to hate me. She never stopped pushing Theo to dump me.After I died, she stormed into my parents' house, blamed me for "killing their heir," and forced them to give up my inheritance.Now I knew the truth—she'd been in on it the whole time. The affair, the setup, everything.Cecilia, who dragged my name through the m

Staring at Cecilia's corpse, I felt like I'd dropped into a frozen abyss.What did I miss? Why was this so different from last time?I stood frozen, and the crowd twisted it into guilt. Their jeers spiked."She's just freaked out by that dead, wide-eyed face! Serves her right—let's see how this murderer talks her way out now!""Women like her should be dragged through the mud!"Priscilla sobbed beside me, all fake theatrics.My thoughts spun.No. Impossible. I never even went back to the OR after leaving the hospital—I didn't have the time.So who was the person in that video?I was an only child—no sisters. No way someone looked exactly like me.Or... could they?The thought hit hard. I snapped my head up, panicked."The person in that video—it's not me! I didn't kill anyone!"They scoffed."The cops already confirmed the footage. It looks exactly like you. You really think you can lie your way out of this?""Yeah—she's the one in the video. She gave Cecilia an injectio

Priscilla worshiped sons. Didn't even bother naming her daughter properly—just slapped her with a lazy, basic name: Jane.I met Jane once before marrying Theo. After that, he used my money to ship her off to study abroad. She graduated, stayed overseas, and vanished from our lives.Or so I thought.I never imagined he'd drag his own sister back just to help him steal everything I owned.As the video ended, I spotted the masked girl in the crowd trying to sneak out.My smile dropped."Officer, that's her!"The cops moved fast, slamming Jane to the ground.I stepped up and ripped off her mask—revealing a face nearly identical to mine.Gasps shot through the crowd."Oh my God, they look exactly alike!""Even their bodies—same build, same everything!"Jane shot me a cold look."How'd you get that video? How'd you even know? I was just watching."I laughed. Yeah, right.She wasn't just some rando in the crowd—Priscilla definitely planted her to stir things up.In my last lif