My Unborn Baby and the Floating Comments Told Different Stories
After a two-week business trip, I pushed open the front door. After greeting my in-laws, I dragged my suitcase toward the bedroom.
But just as my fingertips were about to touch the doorknob, a string of floating comments appeared before my eyes:
[Don't go in! Your husband and your best friend are all over each other in your bed right now! If they find out you've seen them, they'll silence you for good!]
I froze in terror.
Just as I was about to turn around and run, I suddenly heard my baby's voice from inside my womb:
[Mommy, don't believe that! Daddy passed out from low blood sugar while setting up a surprise for you. He sent you a message before he collapsed. Hurry and save him!]
In my first life, I was too frightened to go inside.
My husband froze to death on a floor covered with roses.
My in-laws blamed me for not checking my messages, and in the end, they went mad with grief and pushed me off a building.
In my second life, I tremblingly pushed open the door.
My best friend instantly drove a knife through my heart.
My husband sat on the bed the entire time, a smile on his face.
When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of the bedroom door once more.
The floating comments and my baby's voice appeared at the same time.