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“We must prepare at once. The palace should begin arrangements. The kingdom deserves celebration.” I swallowed at the number of eyes on me. My stomach felt tight as the hospital room flashed before my eyes in distant memory. “Poor child. What mother could have done that to her child?” “I don’t think she’ll ever survive this. The wolfsbane didn’t just kill her baby. It destroyed her womb. She’ll never be able to have another child.” My hand pressed against my stomach unconsciously. What if being reborn had not fixed everything? What if my body still remembered the damage?

Her mind replayed Andrew's past teachings, Marion's combat lessons, and the joyful times with Randy, Erica, and others. Exhausted, she collapsed. When she woke up, she thought it was a dream, but the reality was brutal. William told her she was pregnant. It was just as Andrew had said. Rebirth didn't change the outcome. Andrew died of illness, and she would die on the operating table from blood loss. Rebirth only altered the journey, not the destination. The final chapter, New Life, saw Debra give birth to Lillian and Solomon, entrusting them to Jordan and Liza.

I even ran into some bad people, but luckily I remembered your number. The room filled with Renee's exaggerated, pitiful cries. Frustrated, Brady shouted, "Mom, can you stop? Eloise had a miscarriage! You killed my unborn children!" For a brief moment, the room went silent, and Renee's cries grew even louder. "It wasn't on purpose! I didn't know she was so weak that a little push would make her lose the babies! "It's no big deal. When my ten babies are born, I'll give you two to raise."

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

After I woke up, I had been stuck to the hospital bed, unable to move, with no memory coming forth. Damon was my husband, Alpha of Rockwood pack. Things had been strained between the both of us, and I was being blamed by the whole pack for not being able to give him a child the whole time. Damon was more than understanding, and we were both going to seek treatment. I just had to get out of the hospital first. I didn't even mind adopting a pup. I tried to focus on anything except the beeping beside me. I heard raised voices right outside my door, and I strained my ear to listen.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

The weight of her violated autonomy crashed down upon her, each breath jagged with a mixture of anger, despair, and profound sorrow. Sebastian's manipulation had led her down this treacherous path. Her mind replayed the memory of that forceful encounter—the one that initiated her first pregnancy. She had carried a flicker of hope, a fragile connection to the life growing inside her, despite the circumstances. But now, all her dreams of nurturing a child, of experiencing the joy of motherhood, had been brutally snatched away.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.