After rebirth, I changed my mother–in–law’s child
In my previous life, my mother–in–law secretly had a daughter with another man,
unbeknownst to my father–in–law.
She knelt down and pleaded with me to treat this child as if she were a twin sister to my
own.
I hesitated but eventually agreed.
Later on, the child developed kidney failure.
My husband was a compatible donor, but my mother–in–law refused to let him donate a
kidney.
The child passed away, and only after her death did I discover she was actually my child.
When I confronted my mother–in–law upon learning the truth, she pushed me down the stairs, leading to my tragic demise.
I opened my eyes to find myself back at the moment when my mother–in–law was
begging me.
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I blinked, a bit disoriented.
Sitting on my living room couch, I could almost feel the pain of the fall down the stairs.
I couldn’t believe that I had been given another chance.
Overwhelmed, tears streamed down my face.
A familiar voice echoed in my ears.
“Phoebe, please, can we say they’re twins?”
My mother–in–law looked at me, imploring.
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I clenched my fists tightly, resisting the urge to lash out.
Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself.
Feigning ignorance, I replied, “Mom, what are you talking about? Whether it’s twins or a
single birth, we know from the start.”
“Why would you want me to claim I had twins? Where would I find an extra child for your
son at birth?”
My mother–in–law looked flustered and stammered.
“Well, I’m pregnant.”
I feigned shock, raising my voice.
“Mom, what are you saying? You’re pregnant? Father–in–law has been working abroad for
over a year.”
“You’ve got a love child?”
She quickly moved to cover my mouth, visibly tense.
I sidestepped her attempt.
My mother–in–law spoke, displeased.
“What love child? This is my child. Your father–in–law and I lost feelings for each other long ago.”
“We only stayed together for Declan.”
I looked at her with disdain.
“No feelings, yet you cheated and got pregnant with a love child.”
I emphasized “love child” intentionally.
She was furious and wanted to scold me.
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But recalling her need for my help, she held back.
“Phoebe, I’m begging you, your child and this one are about the same age. By then, we
can hide it”
I raised my voice, “Mom, what are you saying? You want me to help raise it too?”
She hurriedly explained, “No, just under your name. I’ll raise it myself, don’t worry”
I replied, “Mom, why are you being so soft–hearted? It’s early, just terminate it”
But my mother–in–law became agitated, “No, this is the child between me and Uncle Gary.
I can’t terminate it.”
I felt a wave of nausea. A love child, really?
Ugly and audacious.
