On my deathbed, I used my last ounce of strength to lift the water cup, my hands trembling. But my daughter slapped it away. "Drink what? If you drink, you'll live a few more days. So annoying!" "Just die already. I'm waiting for the inheritance check!" Tears streamed down my old face. I finally asked, "Why? Why treat me like this?" My daughter rolled her eyes, sauntered over, and whispered the truth: "Because you're poor. Because you're pathetic!" "I've hated you since the moment I was born!" "Why did you have kids if you have no money? Couldn't you use birth control? You just had to breed!" "If not for you, maybe I would have been reincarnated into a rich family and lived a comfortable life. But no, I got stuck with you two broke losers!" "I beg you, if there is a next life, stay away from me. Don't stop me from being born rich!" So that was it. A muddy tear slid past my eye. I prayed to God to grant her wish, then closed my eyes forever. When I opened them again, I was reborn. Chapter 1 "Congratulations, ma'am. You're pregnant!" The dizziness of rebirth faded. The first thing I heard was the doctor's "sentence." I froze, staring at the ultrasound report. Pregnant already? How did this happen? Why restart at this moment? The thought of giving birth to that "debt collector" daughter again made my legs shake. In my past life, Chloe hated studying as a kid and hated working as an adult. She lay on the couch playing on her phone all day, screaming: "You gave birth to me, so you have to support me! I didn't ask to be born. You had your fun, now you want me to support you? No way!" We explained that we didn't need her money; we just wanted her to get a job and feed herself. She rolled her eyes and snatched our wallets. "Why should I work? I have you guys! You owe me a lifetime of support!" To be honest, we weren't "poor." David and I were ordinary working-class people. We saved up, bought a small condo in Chicago, and drove a ten-year-old Toyota. But this couldn't satisfy Chloe's appetite for luxury. After draining our savings, she took out loans in our names. Debt collectors harassed us daily. It was hell. Thinking of those days, I shivered. I grabbed the doctor's sleeve, begging: "Can I abort it? Doctor, please help me get rid of it! It's only six weeks!" The doctor looked at me strangely. "Why? You were asking about IVF before. Isn't a natural pregnancy good?" "Oh, are you worried about the fetus? Don't worry, everything looks normal!" I smiled bitterly. David and I loved kids. We tried for two years. We even prepared for IVF. That's why in the last life, we spoiled Chloe rotten, thinking she was our lucky star. Who knew she was a demon? I stammered, making excuses. Seeing my determination, the doctor sighed. "If you really want to, you can. But I have to warn you. Your body isn't in great condition. If you abort this one, you might never conceive again." My heart sank. "Go home and discuss it with your husband. He really wanted this." I walked out of the office in a daze and sat on the bench in the hallway. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. "Hahaha! I'm reborn! My mom is Auntie Isabella this time! Yes! I'm finally a rich second-generation heir!" Chapter 2 I knew that voice too well! It was Chloe! "Damn! My last life sucked. Born to broke parents, couldn't even buy a game skin." "This time, I'm going to enjoy life!" "I gotta say, a rich mom's womb feels different. So comfy!" I scanned the crowd frantically. The voice came from a woman's belly. That woman was the "Auntie Isabella" Chloe mentioned—Isabella, the wife of David's boss, Mr. Sterling. In the last life, Chloe visited David's office once. She came home throwing a tantrum. "Why aren't you rich? Look at Mr. Sterling! Look at Auntie Isabella! Look at their son! Why am I stuck with you losers?" We thought it was teenage rebellion. Now I know—she saw the wealth gap and her mind twisted. And in this life, she actually managed to be reborn into Isabella's womb. And I could hear her inner voice! Isabella walked toward the VIP clinic, holding her report. Her belly faced me. I lowered my head. "Oh look, who's this? My broke mom from the last life! God, look at her clothes compared to my new mom's. Night and day!" "The smell of poverty is choking me!" "She looks pregnant too. She doesn't think it's me in there, does she? Ha! A phoenix doesn't nest in a chicken coop. Get lost!" Chloe's noisy thoughts passed by. Isabella didn't notice me. Once she was far away, I looked up. I touched my belly. If Chloe is in Isabella... then who is in me? Could it be him? That poor little boy? I smiled. Chloe, oh Chloe. Being a rich heir isn't as easy as you think! Chapter 3 My mood instantly lifted. As long as it's not Chloe, I'll take anyone! Realizing this, the joy of pregnancy finally hit me. I really, really love kids! I rushed home and hugged David, who was cooking. Tears streamed down my face. In the last life, we were in our seventies, forced by Chloe to work at a diner. He was a waiter, I washed dishes. One day, he slipped in the kitchen and hurt his back. The doctor found advanced stomach cancer. David had been enduring the pain to save money. The doctor suggested hospitalization. Chloe screamed in the ward. "Stomach cancer is incurable! It's a waste of money!" She dragged David home and threw us some cheap painkillers. I tried to fight her for our bank cards. She pushed me down with one finger. I was a bag of bones. I couldn't fight back. That night, David and I cried in each other's arms. In the end, he died of pain. After he died, the diner fired me. Chloe dumped me back in our old village and ignored me. She only showed up when I was dying, eager to collect the funeral money. Thinking of this, I wailed uncontrollably, releasing all the grief from my past life. David panicked, wiping my tears. "What's wrong? Pregnancy is good news! Why are you crying? Are you too happy?" I wiped my face and nodded hard. "Yes! I'm too happy! We're going to be a happy family!" Chapter 4 Our home wasn't big, but it was warm. David was a team lead at a tech company, making decent money. I was an accountant at a small firm. We weren't rich, but we weren't poor. I just wanted to live this ordinary life well. Three months later, David brought home an invitation. "Honey, Mr. Sterling is getting married again. To a 23-year-old girl. Apparently, she's pregnant. He wants all staff to bring their families." I looked at the gold-stamped invitation. Since rebirth, I avoided Chloe. I was afraid she'd notice something. But she was just a fetus now. It should be fine. We went to the wedding. I was shocked by the luxury. Rose petal carpets, crystal chandeliers, gold cutlery. Even the goody bags were designer brands. Sitting on the embroidered cushion, I felt out of place. No wonder Chloe was obsessed. The world of the rich is beyond our imagination. The bride entered. I heard Chloe's voice again. "My dad is loaded! This is insane! So luxurious!" "I'm going to be so spoiled! I'm the little princess!" "Tsk tsk, my last life was trash. This is the life I deserve!" I rolled my eyes. She still had a limited vocabulary. "Ew, are those my loser parents from the last life? Why are they here? Do they deserve this food? Stay away, poor ghosts!" The couple came to toast our table. I forced a smile and raised my glass. But then: "Why do I have to toast them? Annoying!" "They made me suffer so much. I should teach them a lesson. Let them know the power of the rich!" My heart skipped a beat. What is she doing? Then, Chloe switched to a baby voice in her mind, broadcasting it somehow: "Mommy... I feel sick looking at these two. I feel like they want to hurt me! Ouch, my head is spinning!" Isabella's face changed instantly. She looked at us with suspicion. Mr. Sterling dropped his glass and shielded Isabella. I was shocked! They could hear her too!
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