When Gwyneth opened her eyes, she found herself in a webnovel she had just binge-read, and she wasn’t just a random character—she was the villain’s mother! In the story, after the tragic death of her first husband, the original owner of her body had swiftly moved on and snagged a perfect new partner, only to heartlessly cast aside her son from the first marriage, worrying he would become a burden. Now armed with knowledge of the impending plot twists and the looming shadows of her future villain son, Gwyneth glanced at her surprisingly alive first husband and groaned. With the script she had been dealt, she'd rather face a dragon than revamp this narrative! She was determined to rewrite her destiny, but how could she escape this villainous fate?
Lihat lebih banyakNight fell.
In the slums of Detroit, a faint light lit up the room. "It's such bad weather." Emily looked at the gloomy sky outside. She was a little worried. "I hope it won't rain." She walked to the bedside and sat down. It was the only furniture in the room. The drainage system in the slums was not good. Once it rained, a disgusting stench would spread. "It hurts." She was pregnant. She had a slender figure and fair skin, but her belly was disproportionally big. The contractions were getting intense today. Suddenly, she felt a warm flow coming out and sliding down between her legs. It started to rain outside. Emily was curled up on an old bed, blood streaming from between her legs. The pain lasted for hours, and she knew that the baby was coming. Emily gripped the bed sheets tightly, and her body twitched from the huge pain. "Please! Somebody, save my child..." She bit her lip and felt as if she was leaving her body. A few months ago, Emily was still a socialite. One night, she was drunk and then had a crazy night. When she woke up the next day, she was already in the slums. Apart from Rose, her stepmother's daughter, Emily had seen anyone else. Every time she thought of that night, it seemed that she could still feel the man's passion. His every touch thrilled her, but since she was drunk, she didn't remember the man's face. Another wave of pain hit her and cleared her mind. It was not the time to recall that night. She and the baby were in danger. Emily sat up and leaned against the wall as she moved toward the window, and then she beat the glass with all her strength. "Help! I beg you..." As the pain grew stronger, Emily's voice grew weaker. At that moment, a car stopped outside the house. A woman got out of the car and walked towards Emily. "Rose, I beg you. Please save my child," Emily pleaded. Rose opened the door and walked in. She shook her umbrella. "Emily, you're a mess," Rose said disdainfully. "I hope your pursuers see how you look now." Emily fell to the ground. She had lost too much blood and was powerless. "Emily, do you know what happened eight months ago?" Rose walked over and kicked Emily in the belly. "That man is my gift to you. Do you like him?" "Stop it." Emily clutched her stomach, trembling in pain. "Why, Rose?" "You shouldn't have existed. Everything from the Hopkinson family belongs to me." Rose flickered her hair and continued, "You are no different than the rats in the sewers, look at you." "Vicious woman!" Emily glared at Rose and couldn't believe what she had just said. Emily felt that something was sliding down. It was as if her body were being torn apart. Her child finally came out. It was a pair of twins. She listened to the babies' cries with a smile of relief on her face. 'Babies, my babies,' she thought. She raised her hand and touched her babies. She wanted to pick them up, but she had no strength. At this time, Rose came over. "Rose, what are you doing?" Emily was terrified. She could feel Rose's malice. She was worried that Rose would hurt her babies. "Well, your babies." Rose snatched them from Emily. Rose walked to the bedside and sat down. Then she put her hands over the babies' faces. "No, Rose. Give them back to me," Emily shouted. "Emily, they are just as repulsive as you are." Rose's smile was wicked. Then, they stopped crying. "No! they're not dead," Emily yelled in despair. She would protect them with her life. She wouldn't give them up. Emily crawled forward. Emily screamed in pain. Rose stepped on Emily's hand. "How touching! Emily, sadly, they're already dead." Rose sounded like a monster. Emily was shocked at her words and passed out. Rose covered her nose in disgust since the room was filled with the smell of blood. Emily was covered in blood. Her clothes were dirty and she was still bleeding. "Looks like Emily is dead. Easier for me," Rose said smugly. Rose was about to leave when faint cries came from the bed. "Are they still alive?" Rose mocked. Rose didn't know who Emily had slept with that night. The tramp Rose hired didn't manage to see Emily that night, but fortunately, Emily didn't know who the man was either. Looking at the twins on the bed, Rose remembered that the Scott family had been looking for a woman recently. Then, she realized that Derek Scott was also in the same hotel that night. These two babies looked like Derek. She thought, 'If I could marry Derek, I would be able to control the Hopkinson family.' So, she picked them up and said to Emily, who was unconscious, "Emily, your babies are mine now." Rose put them in the car, and then she came back to drag Emily into the trunk. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you live." Rose slammed the trunk. After a long time, Emily woke up. She trembled. She was drenched to the skin and cold. Where was she? The rain was heavy, and there was no light around, so Emily couldn't tell where she was. She could smell the soil. She reached out her hands and realized that she was in a shallow pit. 'Are they going to bury me alive?' An idea popped up in Emily's mind. Her hair stuck to her face, and the rain dripped down her hair. 'No, I can't die here. I must save my babies.' Emily dug up the soil with all her power. Her desire to survive gave her strength. She pushed away the dirt on her legs and suddenly, her belly began to hurt again. "What's happening?" Emily moaned, touching her belly. It still looked big, though she just gave birth to two babies. 'Are there more babies inside?' Emily wondered. Emily adjusted her position and lay on her back. Then, she opened her legs, trying to breathe through the pain. She felt as if her body were being torn apart. She pushed hard, and one by one the babies came through. The rain stopped, and Emily was lying exhausted in the muddy pit. The babies' cries came through the pit. Emily turned to look at them and couldn't help crying. She struggled to pick her babies up and wrapped her clothes around them. After that, she felt relieved and passed out. Though unconscious, she still clung to her baby.Chapter 57.After a long, contemplative discussion with Ajax, we reached a consensus: Dylan should stay on a leave of absence for the time being. The reports from the Snap parents’ group were alarming—more kids in his class were falling ill with unusual frequency. The pattern was clear enough: a rise in colds, fevers, and lingering coughs. It didn’t make sense to rush him back into the chaos of the classroom just yet. His immune system was still fragile, not yet fully developed, and with the recent outbreaks, sending him back felt like inviting trouble.So, for now, Dylan remained under my care.He had become my little sidekick—my shadow, my apprentice in this makeshift life I was trying to navigate. Every morning, he’d attend the spoken English class, sitting obediently at his tiny desk, repeating phrases after the teacher with a concentration that was almost comical. His bright eyes would light up every time he learned a new word, and he'd practice diligently at home, eager to sho
Chapter 56.When Ajax said he was making longevity noodles, I felt something clench in my chest.At first, I thought he was just hungry. Maybe a late-night craving, maybe a habit I hadn’t noticed before. But when he said those words—“We usually celebrate by eating longevity noodles”—something in the way he looked at the pot of boiling water, at the vegetables in his hands, told me this wasn’t about food. Not really.It was about memory. About ritual. About something that connected him, however faintly, to a family he no longer had.Although there wasn't much said about Ajax in the novel, it was a fact that he had lost his parents at a young age. He had only
Chapter 55It was warm yet I froze.Those few words from Dylan—"Mommy, I gave you lots of kisses. Don't hurt anymore"—completely blindsided me. My chest tightened, caught somewhere between laughter and tears.It took me a moment to catch up and understand what he meant.Of course. He was talking about childbirth. About the pain of bringing a little life into the world.Even though I had never experienced it myself, just using my toes to think—let alone my brain—I knew it had to hurt like hell. In modern times, we had c-sections and epidurals and all sorts of ways to dull the agony, but that didn’t mean it stopped there. A surgical cut through your abdomen and uterus might spare you in the moment, but the aftermath lingered—stitches, soreness, healing flesh. Months of tenderness. Maybe even years.And for the women who gave birth naturally… The pain of labor itself was legendary. A ten out of ten on the pain scale. No, some said it broke the scale entirely.I remembered how one of my
Chapter 54.Since their little family of three had dinner out that evening, Gwyneth gave Susan, the housekeeper half a day off. Though the aunty wasn’t originally from this city, her son and daughter-in-law worked nearby and had purchased a modest home in the area. With the unexpected break, she chose to spend the night at their place and wouldn’t return to the villa until the following morning.When they came home, Ajax noticed Gwyneth looked tired, so he volunteered to handle Dylan’s bath.Bathing their chubby son was practically a workout. The moment Dylan touched water, he transformed into a spirited little dolphin, splashing and squealing. He refused to leave the bathtub for at least half an hour.
Chapter 53.Dylan couldn’t have known it was Ajax’s birthday. That ruled out him as the source. And honestly, there weren’t many people left who still remembered the date. Most of the friends who used to celebrate it with him were now busy with their own lives—juggling families, careers, and the endless responsibilities of adulthood.Even if they hadn’t forgotten, they definitely didn’t interact with Gwyneth enough to have passed on the information. So how had she found out?As if sensing his unspoken question, Gwyneth calmly explained, “When I was looking through some documents earlier today, I happened to come across
Chapter 52.Dylan’s behavior stirred something in me—a memory I hadn’t touched in years. I used to be like that too, back when I was his age. Whenever my parents visited my grandparents’ house, I would cling to my mom’s hand and drag her around proudly, showing her off to anyone who’d look. She never asked me why I did it. And unlike Dylan, I never said why. I just… wanted to.Looking back now, I realized that had been a missed opportunity. Maybe if I had spoken up—if I had told her what I felt—she might’ve understood me a little better. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed anything. But maybe it could’ve. Who knows?Do parents and children always miss the right timing?When we want to be heard, our parents are often too busy to listen. And by the time they’re ready to listen, we’ve already learned to stay quiet, to keep things to ourselves.I crouched down and wrapped my arms around my soft, chubby little boy. “En, Dylan is Mom’s good child,” I said, my voice full of warmth.He hugged me r
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