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After rebirth, my first act was to secretly keep six stunning male companions–relentlessly pursuing intimacy for 999 days behind my elite husband’s back.
Why? In my past life, my powerful husband had low fertility. He married me–a famously fertile woman–just to breed an heir.
I prayed desperately, but my womb stayed empty.
Meanwhile, my “infertile” best friend Serena Hayes married an old tycoon and birthed twins, then triplets in two years.
Obsessed with her “blessed womb,” my husband had an affair with her. When I found out, they killed me.
in death, I learned the truth: Serena was part of a child–swapping system. Every baby I conceived was transferred to her womb. Her barrenness? Cursed onto me.
Now, reborn on my wedding day, I smiled coldly.
If Serena wanted endless babies… I’d make sure she got them.
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“Given your background, marrying into the Sterling family is already quite a leap. I expect you to remember your duty: produce a son, and quickly, one capable of inheriting our legacy.”
“Consider this a two–year trial marriage. If you successfully conceive within that period, then, and only then, will we formalize our union at City Hall.”
The frigid voice pierced my ears, jolting me back to the present. I looked up to see Brandon Sterling, eyes cold and imperious, gazing down at me.
A moment ago, I was trapped, engulfed in the inferno of a burning car, clawing desperately for escape. Yet, in the blink of an eye, I had been reborn.
Reborn into this very day: the day my wealthy, privileged husband brought me into his elite world.
Seeing me frozen, silent, my best friend, Serena Hayes, clad in her bridesmaid’s gown, quickly prodded me.
“Skylar,” Serena chirped, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, “for someone from your meager background to marry into a prominent family, it’s a blessing you’ve accumulated over a thousand lifetimes! What are you hesitating for?”
“Unless,” she added, her tone laced with faux concern, “you’re worried you won’t conceive, and the Sterling family will send you packing during this trial period?” Her mocking voice grated on my ears. I lifted my gaze to meet hers, and saw the barely veiled schadenfreude, the cunning gleam in her eyes, impossible to hide. How absurd! In my past life, I was so utterly consumed by the joy of marrying into wealth–the means to finally afford Grandma’s life–saving surgery–that I never once suspected her, never once saw the viper cloaked as a friend.
My family possessed a centuries–old, uncanny legacy of fertility.
From my great–great–grandmother onward, the women in my lineage were famed for their prolific pregnancies: multiple births, twins, and triplets were exceptionally
common.
By my mother’s generation, she had birthed a remarkable seven children–six sons, and I, the sole daughter.
Word of my family’s legendary fertility reached Brandon Sterling, a scion of wealth who had just received a devastating diagnosis of low sperm count. He immedia- tely launched a relentless pursuit of me.
1, drawn by his persistent charm, and with Grandma’s life hanging by the thread of a hefty hospital bill, joyfully accepted Brandon’s proposal, believing it a fortunate
turn of fate
But then, on our wedding day, Brandon’s demeanor abruptly shifted. He presented the cold, calculated demand of a trial marriage.
For Grandma’s sake, I swallowed my pride, accepting his humiliating terms.
For two grueling years, I relentlessly pursued conception. I endured countless ovulation stimulant injections, swallowing bottle after bottle of folic acid supplements and bitter herbal concoctions..
Yet, as the two years vanished, my womb remained stubbornly, agonizingly silent.
Brandon, convinced I had swindled him, turned to physical abuse, his frustration manifesting in violent outbursts.
It was then that my best friend, Serena Hayes–the very woman once diagnosed with irreversible infertility–after marrying an elderly septuagenarian, inexplicably birthed twins, then triplets, in rapid succession.
Serena’s newfound reputation for miraculous fertility and abundant offspring quickly snared Brandon’s attention. They began a sordid affair behind my back, culm- inating in her conception of an illegitimate child, his child.
When I uncovered their treachery, Brandon wasted no time, instantly casting me out of his lavish mansion, severing the vital monthly payments thay kept Grandma
alive.
I pleaded desperately, begging him to consider my two years of futile devotion, to lend me the money that could still save Grandma.
But Serena, fearing Brandon might waver, acted with ruthless cruelty she dispatched men to run me over, leaving me to die a brutal, lonely death.
It was only in death that the chilling truth unraveled Serena Hayes had been bound to a sinister child swapping system
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Any life that stirred within my womb, any child I managed to conceive, would be instantly, agonizingly, transferred to her belly
And her barrenness, once her own cruel fate, had been insidiously, irreversibly, thrust upon me.
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Ultimately, Serena, her womb now miraculously fertile with my stolen children, usurped my place, marrying into the Sterling family and wielding their power to crush my entire family.
With chilling malice, she deliberately brought gruesome evidence of my demise to the hospital, parading it before Grandma, triggering a fatal heart attack that left her dying with unseeing, tormented eyes.
My six brothers and my parents, seeking justice for me, met brutal, consecutive deaths, one after another.
Recalling the litany of horrors from my past life, a primal rage surged through me, a burning desire to tear Serena Hayes limb from limb, to devour her alive
But I knew, with a cold, calculating certainty, that this was not yet the moment to confront Serena head–on.
I smiled, a thin, knowing twist of my lips, and instantly agreed to Brandon Sterling’s trial marriage stipulation.
“No problem, darling,” I purred, a false sweetness in my voice. “I assure you, I’ll deliver a magnificent heir for the Sterling family within two years.”
