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After my sister married into wealth, she had nine kids in ten years—and still looked like a teenager.
Internet fans called her "the most beautiful wealthy socialite wife".
Meanwhile, I'd been married for ten years with no children of my own.
But my body was covered in stretch marks, I suffered from pelvic separation, and I leaked urine every time I jumped.
I suspected she was transferring her pregnancies to me.
Before I could prove it, she went into labor with number nine.
I bled out. Alone. At home.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn—her first pregnancy.
Dear sister, you think you can still use me?
Time to collect what you owe—
with INTEREST!

After a dizzy spell, I heard my husband, Xavier, on the phone.

My sister Chloe's coquettish voice came through the speaker.

"Brother-in-law, I'm two months pregnant, and I've been craving the steaks you make so badly."

Xavier replied indulgently, "Sure, I'll come pick you up for dinner this weekend."

The word "steaks" made greasy pork flash through my mind.

Dizziness and nausea hit me at once.

I couldn't hold back and retched loudly.

"Ugh…"

Acid bu//rned my throat, and I forced it back down.

My heart turned cold.

This was morning sickness.

I'd felt this exact nausea nine times in my past life—I couldn't be wrong.

Even after rebirth, I was still suffering Chloe's pregnancy symptoms for her.

Xavier glanced at me in annoyance.

"What's wrong with you? Every time I talk to Chloe, you make weird noises."

Chloe spoke in a pitiful tone. "Brother-in-law, is Sister mad you're cooking for me? Never mind, I can hold on. I don't want to upset her."

Xavier frowned.

"Ignore her. She's just a jealous woman, even jealous of her own sister. I'll come pick you up next weekend. It's a deal."

I didn't bother arguing with him.

In my past life, when Xavier saw me throwing up all the time, he accused me of cheating and carrying another man's baby.

After all, he'd been away on business for months, and we hadn't been intimate.

Only after I took a pregnancy test did he believe I wasn't pregnant.

By the time Chloe was seven months pregnant, my belly was so big I couldn't hide it.

Purple-red stripes spread across my thighs and stomach, and my neck turned dark.

Xavier flew into a rage again, demanding to know who my "lover" was.

I had to kneel before him and swear I'd never cheated.

Finally, he dragged me to the hospital for tests and barely believed me.

After that, I developed strange problems one after another: diabetes, pelvic separation, uterine prolapse.

My body was broken, like a rag doll.

Xavier wouldn't even look at me.

But Chloe had a baby every single year, and her body suffered no damage at all—she stayed as flawless as a young girl.

I began to suspect the truth.

But when I told Xavier, he didn't believe me.

He even said I was crazy and threatened to send me to a mental hospital.

In those years, I couldn't work because I showed every sign of being pregnant. I had to depend on Xavier completely and didn't dare to fight back.

On the day Chloe gave birth to her ninth child, I hemorrhaged and died at home.

As soon as she heard I was dead, Chloe immediately announced she was stopping childbirth forever.

At that moment, I finally knew for sure: she had been shifting all her pregnancy pain, damage, and risk onto me.

She secured her place in the wealthy family by having one child after another.

She was crowned the most beautiful wealthy wife online, and even entered the entertainment industry to make money after nine births!

I never thought that after being reborn, I still couldn't escape being drained by Chloe.

Rage bu//rned inside me.

I stood up and slammed my stomach hard into the corner of the table.

"Ow…"

Sharp pain shot through my belly.

I bent over, clutching my stomach.

Xavier shot me a glance.

"Can't you even walk without hitting something? How clumsy can you be? How did I ever marry you… if only I'd married…"

His voice trailed off.

I ignored him, listening closely to the phone.

Chloe's cute voice asked, "What's wrong, Brother-in-law? Did something happen to Sister?"

Xavier replied impatiently, "Don't worry about her."

Chloe felt nothing at all.

So the transfer was one-way—only from her to me.

Why?!

Then I thought: maybe physical impact didn't work, but internal harm would. I grabbed my car keys and rushed to the hospital to buy ab0rtion pills from someone I knew.

An hour after taking the pills, I began throwing up and having severe stomach cramps.

I collapsed in a hospital bathroom stall, unable to stand.

Hopeful, I took out my phone and video-called Chloe.

She answered, wearing silk pajamas, leisurely doing her skincare routine.

Her face was rosy, she smiled happily, and she looked completely carefree.

In contrast, I was pale, my hair soaked with sweat, sticking to my face—like a ghost.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

I asked through gritted teeth.

"Don't you feel any pain in your stomach?"

Chloe touched her belly and smiled sweetly.

"Not at all. My baby is so well-behaved. I don't even have morning sickness."

"You take care of yourself, Sister. I really need you around."

Chloe said a few fake caring words in a sarcastic tone.

I fought the urge to smash my phone and hung up violently.

How was she transferring all her pregnancy harm to me, one-sidedly?

If I couldn't find a way to break this curse, would I have to relive my tragic past and become Chloe's stepping stone to happiness?

Even if I gave Chloe an ab0rtion pill, she could just get pregnant again.

I can't keep dr//ugging her for the rest of her life… or kill her outright, can I?

I refuse to believe that murder or suicide is the only way out!

I stumbled home.

Xavier frowned at me, his voice full of disgust.

"Where have you been? Look at you—you're hideous."

I shouted angrily, "Can't you see I'm sick? You care about Chloe, but you won't even check on me? Who exactly is your wife?!"

I rarely spoke to Xavier so sharply.

He froze for a second, then argued confidently.

"Stop being unreasonable. She's your sister—what's wrong with me caring for her?"

"Besides, she married into a wealthy family. You should be flattering her, not competing with her!"

"How did I marry such a stupid woman?"

We argued for a long time and parted in anger.

I hadn't eaten all day, but my stomach felt bloated and I had no appetite at all.

Exhausted, I went to take a shower and planned to go to bed early.

In the middle of the night, the spot next to me sank slightly.

A big hand touched my ch//est.

"Honey, let's have a baby. Then you'll feel more secure."

I groaned in pain.

Ever since Chloe got pregnant, my bre@sts have been sore nonstop.

I shoved Xavier away hard.

He was annoyed.

"I came to make up, and you won't even appreciate it?!"

I suddenly felt extremely irritable.

"As long as Chloe is pregnant, I will never have a baby of my own!"

In my past life, I tried to get pregnant for ten years with no luck.

Doctors could find nothing wrong with me.

The only explanation was Chloe had cursed me.

Xavier's face darkened.

"Nonsense. What does this have to do with Chloe?"

I clung to my last hope and told him the unbelievable truth.

"Chloe cursed me." All the pain and damage from her pregnancies and births are transferred to me. That's why I've been so nauseous."

"She'll have nine children in the next ten years—and I'll be unable to conceive this entire time!"

"Honey, please help me. I don't want to suffer for ten more years and die from bleeding out…"

After listening, Xavier showed no pity for me at all.

He looked at me like I was a monster.

"Do you have a mental illness? Chloe is your own sister. How could you slander her like this?"

"Sleep alone. I'm going to the study. I don't want you attacking me in the middle of the night."

He left the bedroom and slammed the door.

I buried my face in the covers and cried bitterly.

For the next few months, I desperately searched for a way to break the curse.

I went to Taoist priests, Buddhist monks, and spiritual healers…

But nothing stopped me from getting fatter and fatter.

When the morning sickness ended, I began eating uncontrollably—five or six meals a day and still hungry.

I used to hate sweet, rich desserts, but now I keep them by my bed to eat anytime.

I had to wear oversized clothes to hide my growing belly.

My coworkers whispered behind my back, and my boss called me in for a talk.

He hinted that if I was pregnant, I should resign—they didn't hire dead weight.

I insisted I wasn't pregnant.

I couldn't repeat my past mistake: quitting my job and letting Xavier control me completely.

After leaving the boss's office, I heard HR and my coworkers chatting in the break room.

"Maya said she had no pregnancy plans for two years when we hired her. Now her belly's huge after only a few months. I got in trouble because of her—so annoying."

"Look how ug1y she's gotten, her nose is so big. Probably having a boy. She still won't admit it. How will she keep working when she gives birth?"

I couldn't defend myself and held back my tears.

When I got home from work, I saw Chloe was already there, brought over by Xavier again.

The dining table was full of dishes.

Chloe held her chopsticks and pouted.

"Brother-in-law, you served me so much. How can I finish it all?" Xavier smiled gently.

"Eat more. You're eating for two now."

Chloe waved at me.

"Sister, you're home! Come on, Brother-in-law specially made a seafood feast. Join us!"

Her tone was so natural, anyone would think this was her house and she was the wife.

When Xavier saw me, his smile vanished immediately.

"Look how fat she's gotten. She doesn't need to eat."

"Chloe is pregnant and still so beautiful." I don't understand how two sisters could be so different."

"She even said you cursed her and made her take your pregnancy damage. She's completely insane."

My heart skipped a beat.

How could he say that out loud?

Chloe covered her mouth and giggled.

"Brother-in-law, stop it. I really should thank Sister. If it weren't for her… I wouldn't have such an easy pregnancy."

The provocation in her eyes was obvious.

Her face was filled with malice.

"Now that I'm pregnant, I realize having babies is so easy. I'm planning to have a whole soccer team…"

Xavier clicked his tongue.

"Chloe, stop making excuses for her. I really regret it now. Back then, I…"

The memory of my past-life death by hemorrhage flashed in my mind.

The anger I'd held back for so long finally destroyed my last bit of self-control.

I flipped the entire dining table over!

NO ONE WAS GOING TO EAT!

Plates and bowls shattered everywhere.

Chloe screamed and jumped up to avoid them.

I grabbed her by the collar and shook her violently.

"What did you do to me? Why do you get pregnant, but I'm the one who gets fat? Why do I die from bleeding out for you?!"

Chloe struggled in panic.

"Sister, what are you talking about? I don't understand! You've lost your mind!"

I grabbed a sharp piece of broken plate and held it to her neck.

"Tell me the truth, or I'll kill you!"

The shard was almost cutting her skin. I was about to press harder when someone kicked me away.

Xavier kicked me into the broken porcelain without mercy.

My arms and legs were instantly covered in cuts, and the pain made me sweat all over.

"Crazy b!tch! If you hurt Chloe, you'll regret it!"

Chloe held her stomach and moaned softly. "Brother-in-law, my stomach hurts. Is the baby okay? I'm so scared."

"Don't worry. I'll take you to the hospital right now."

Xavier carefully helped her around the broken glass.

"I'm taking Chloe to the hospital. You stay home and think about what you've done!"

"Clean up this mess. If the house still looks like this when I get back, don't blame me for divorcing you!"

Bang! He slammed the door.

I struggled to stand up, went to the bedroom, and got the first-aid kit to clean my wounds.

Sitting at the desk, I put iodine on my arms.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

Tears fell without warning.

In my past life, I thought I had a strange disease that kept me from conceiving. I felt guilty toward Xavier and gave in to him again and again.

But it was never my fault.

In this life, I wouldn't hold back anymore.

I would uncover the truth—and divorce Xavier!

A sweet smell drifted over.

It was the chocolate lava cake I'd left on the table.

I picked it up automatically, wanting to comfort myself.

But the next second, the sticky cake melted in my mouth—so sweet it was bitter.

I froze.

What is wrong?

After the morning sickness, this cake had been my favorite. I could eat three or four and never think it was too sweet.

But now, my body felt like it had returned to normal—no longer suffering Chloe's pregnancy symptoms.

A moment I'd ignored earlier flashed through my mind.

I suddenly understood.

I jumped up in excitement.

Huh. Finally. I knew how it all worked!

I stood in what used to be my kitchen, holding the divorce papers Kieran had just thrown across the marble countertop like they were takeout menus. The weight of the document felt heavier than it should have—twenty-three pages that somehow managed to erase four years of my life.

"You can keep the dog," Kieran said, not looking up from his phone. "I'm keeping the apartment."

My fingers tightened around the papers. The apartment. The one I'd saved three years of freelance design income to put a down payment on. The one where I'd spent weekends hunting for the perfect mid-century modern furniture, where I'd hung my collection of Risograph prints on walls I'd painted myself.

"The dog is at your mother's house," I said quietly. "And this is my apartment, Kieran."

He finally looked up, his expression flat. "Check the deed, Wren. Whose name is on it?"

The air seemed to thin. When we'd bought the place, my credit score hadn't been high enough to qualify for the mortgage alone. We'd used my money—every penny I'd scraped together—but put his name on the paperwork. A temporary arrangement, he'd promised. We'd transfer it to both our names after his promotion to Beta.

That promotion had come six months ago. The transfer never had.

"Those are your things," Kieran nodded toward the front door, where two black garbage bags sat like accusations.

I walked over, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors I'd refinished myself. Inside the bags, my clothes were crumpled together—silk blouses wrinkled against cotton t-shirts, my favorite cashmere sweater balled up with workout leggings. Everything else—my Ember temperature-control mug still sitting on the coffee table, my vintage Eames chair, the hand-woven throw blanket I'd bought from an artist in Portland—remained exactly where I'd left them.

As if I'd never existed here at all.

His phone buzzed. The screen lit up with a message from Odette: "She gone yet? I'm in the parking garage."

Something cold settled in my chest. "How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you been planning this? The timing seems awfully convenient."

Kieran's jaw tightened. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

"I want to see the financial breakdown." I flipped through the divorce papers, scanning for asset division. "Where's the property settlement?"

He laughed—actually laughed. "What property, Wren? What assets?"

The words hit like ice water. "The joint account—"

"Has been closed. The funds transferred to my personal account three days ago." His tone was matter-of-fact, like he was discussing the weather. "Perfectly legal. Check the signature cards."

My hands started to shake. "The connections I introduced you to at the Beta inauguration—"

"Follow the position, not the person. That's how pack politics work." He straightened his tie, the same navy one I'd bought him for his first Alpha Council meeting. "You should be grateful, actually."

"Grateful?"

"That I kept your secret as long as I did." His eyes went cold, calculating. "Do you think the Alpha Council would have accepted an Omega as a Beta's mate? I protected you, Wren. I covered for you. Made excuses for why you never shifted in public, why you avoided pack gatherings during certain times of the month."

The room tilted. He was rewriting our entire relationship, turning four years of manipulation into some twisted act of chivalry.

"I never asked you to lie for me."

"You didn't have to ask. It was obvious what you needed." He pocketed his phone. "But I can't keep carrying that burden. Odette doesn't require... accommodations."

Accommodations. Like my biology was an inconvenience he'd generously tolerated.

I signed the papers. Not because I accepted his version of events, but because standing in this apartment—my apartment—I realized I had nothing left to fight with. No money, no home, no car (also registered in his name, I now remembered), no pack connections.

Nothing.

I picked up the garbage bags, their plastic handles cutting into my palms. As I reached the front door, I heard the elevator ding in the hallway.

Odette stepped out, wheeling a suitcase behind her. She wore red-soled heels—obvious knockoffs, but she carried them like they were authentic Louboutins. Her eyes met mine for a split second before sliding away.

She couldn't even wait for me to leave the building.

The elevator ride down felt endless. Twenty-three floors of watching the numbers decrease, clutching garbage bags full of my life's remnants. My phone buzzed against my hip.

Kieran had posted an Instagram story. The thumbnail showed him and Odette on the balcony—my balcony—arms around each other's waists. The caption read: "New chapter, new energy 🐺"

Four hundred and twelve likes already.

The Uber driver helped me load the bags into his trunk without asking questions, which I appreciated. I slumped into the backseat, finally allowing my hands to shake properly.

Where was I even going? I scrolled through my contacts, looking for someone—anyone—I could call. But Kieran had been right about one thing: most of our social circle had been his pack connections. The few friends I'd maintained from before our relationship lived across the country.

My phone rang, the vibration sharp against my palm. Unknown number, 912 area code.

Savannah, Georgia.

I stared at the screen. My grandmother had lived in Savannah, but she'd died three years ago. I'd sold her house, settled her estate. There was nothing left there for me.

But I answered anyway.

"Ms. Whitfield?" The voice was professional, crisp. "This is Lyall Bloodline Registry. Your childhood bond registration has been... activated."

The words didn't make sense. Bond registration? I'd never been bonded to anyone. Omegas didn't typically form bonds until adulthood, and even then, it required mutual consent, ceremony, witnesses.

"I think you have the wrong number," I said.

"Wren Whitfield, born October 15th, 1995, in Savannah, Georgia? Granddaughter of Eleanor Whitfield?"

My throat went dry. "Yes, but—"

"The bond was registered when you were seven years old, Ms. Whitfield. Dormant status until today." Papers rustled in the background. "Your bonded mate has just entered Savannah city limits. The proximity has triggered the activation."

The Uber driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Everything okay back there?"

I realized I'd been holding my breath. "I don't understand. I was never bonded as a child. That's not... that's not how it works."

"According to our records, the ceremony was performed by Eleanor Whitfield on October 31st, 2002. Both parties were minors, which is why it remained dormant until now."

Halloween. I'd been seven. I remembered that night—staying at Grandma Eleanor's house, the strange candles she'd lit, the way she'd made me and some boy from the neighborhood hold hands while she spoke words I didn't understand.

I'd thought it was just one of her eccentric games.

"Who?" My voice came out as a whisper. "Who am I supposedly bonded to?"

More papers rustled. "Damon Blackwood, Ms. Whitfield. And according to our tracking system, he's been looking for you for quite some time."