After ten years of being child-free, I had been using an IUD for contraception, which later led to an intrauterine infection.

After having my uterus removed, my husband regretted it.

He insisted on having a child and yelled at me, who was still recovering from surgery.

My in-laws also came out to accuse me of cutting off the Braves family's lineage.

I was heartbroken and decided to get a divorce.

But my husband couldn't bear to lose my substantial inheritance, so he colluded with my in-laws to push me off the rooftop and then claimed that I had committed suicide.

When I woke up again, I was back in the ninth year of my marriage.

***

In the gynecology clinic...

The female doctor had an indifferent expression, but her words showed concern. "Wearing that IUD for a long time is very harmful to women and carries the risk of intrauterine infection."

My husband, Chris Braves, seemed indifferent, as if he was hearing about someone else's situation.

I struggled to control myself, but inside, I was overwhelmed with emotions.

I had been reborn! Reborn back to the ninth year of my marriage!

My uterus is still intact, my body is still in good shape, and there is still time to make things right!

I broke out in a fine sweat on my forehead, and my heart pounded, whether from fear or excitement, I couldn't tell.

The doctor thought I was scared and softened her tone. "Currently, there isn't any major issue. If you want to prevent pregnancy, you could also consider having your partner get a vasectomy."

In my previous life, the doctor had also suggested this, but I felt it was enough for just one person to undergo surgery and didn't see the need for both of us to have operations, so I declined.

When it came to intimacy, Chris was unwilling to use protection, so I wore the IUD for these years.

A year later, as the doctor had said, the IUD caused an infection in my body, and I was forced to have my uterus removed.

At first, Chris seemed quite guilty.

He held my hand, his eyes reddened repeatedly.

At that time, I was very touched and thought I had found a good partner.

The night before the surgery, Chris had to go to work, and since my parents had passed away early, Chris brought his parents from his hometown to stay with us.

His mother, Layla Zane, came into the hospital room and took my hand. "Demi, you finally decided to have the surgery. After it's done, you two should start trying for a baby right away. I told you, a woman cannot be without children. A hen that doesn't lay eggs can't even be buried in the ancestral grave when it dies."

I was speechless.

Chris quickly explained in a low voice that to reassure his parents, he only told them I was having a fibroid removed.

At this moment, the doctor came in for rounds and said that the hysterectomy could be scheduled for 3 p.m., and gave some postoperative instructions.

Upon hearing this, my in-laws stared at each other, stunned.

Finally, they reacted, with my mother-in-law causing a scene in the hospital room, shouting that the hospital was heartless and that the Braves family would be cut off from descendants.

My father-in-law, Kobe Braves, even grabbed the doctor's collar and threatened to hit him.

I was extremely annoyed and decided to tell them the truth.

Unexpectedly, this only fueled her anger. "Son, if she can't have children, why should you be left without descendants?

"What child-free nonsense! You believe her lies; she probably knew she couldn't have children and dragged you along!"

My father-in-law wailed. "Our Braves family's only heir has been ruined by this woman!"

"Enough!" Chris interrupted his parents, making some excuses about work and hurriedly leaving.

But from the look he gave me, I could still see his doubts and dissatisfaction.

After that day, Chris started staying out all night.

Whenever I called, he was either working late or out socializing.

Even when the nurse urged him to pay the fees, he quickly hung up.

Even though my reactions were somewhat slow, I understood his intentions.

Thinking of his attitude made me extremely angry.

In this new life, I must get a divorce!

But I couldn't let them off easily.

"It's not always fair for women to make sacrifices," the female doctor's voice brought me back to reality.

Facing the doctor's sharp gaze, Chris feigned grievance and looked at me.

In the past, whenever I saw him like this, I would surrender.

So in my previous life, I hurriedly refused the doctor's advice and, after leaving the clinic, tried to placate Chris with a smile.

Looking back now, my love-struck behavior was truly tragic!

In this life, I no longer want to be the foolish one.

I met Chris's gaze and made a more pitiful expression. "Yes, darling, I really don't want to get infected. How about I remove the IUD and you go for the surgery instead?"

Chris looked stunned, seemingly unable to believe his ears. "What did you say?"

"I said, you should go get a vasectomy!"

Now Chris couldn't keep up the pitiful act. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "Surgery carries risks. What if it fails and I lose my fertility?"

Seeing his panic, I felt that the nine years of childlessness seemed like a joke.

The female doctor coldly remarked. "Oh, so you weren't truly committed to being child-free."

Chris was speechless, a hint of panic crossing his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "What man wants to have this kind of surgery? People will just laugh at me as a castrated man."

I almost laughed in anger. "Laugh? Your parents called me a barren hen for nine years. Am I afraid of being laughed at?"

"If you don't want to be child-free, we can get a divorce and find someone who shares the same views."

Chris once said that his parents were difficult and, to avoid trouble, he hadn't told them about our decision to be child-free but rather claimed that I was infertile.

I didn't mind what explanation was used; I simply didn't want children, so I went along with his approach.

I didn't expect that his parents would not only spread rumors about my infertility but ultimately push me off a rooftop, using my lack of offspring as the excuse.

After my death, Chris inherited the fortune his parents had originally left to me, spent money to marry a little internet celebrity, and had a string of children.

Perhaps unwilling to accept it, my spirit lingered, watching them live in my parents' house, using the furniture and appliances I had carefully chosen, and regularly gathering to call me the biggest fool in the world.

Heaven saw my plight, and I was reborn.

When I mentioned divorce, Chris's face darkened. He lowered his eyes and said, "Honey, I'm actually doing this for your own good.

"I heard that a vasectomy can make a man less manly. Don't you want your husband to be in his prime?"

The scumbag of a man was still pretending to have deep feelings for me.

In this life, I won't have sex with him!

However, I swallowed my disgust and pretended to be troubled. "But recently, a one-million-dollar certificate of deposit is maturing. I was planning to buy you a sports car with it. This money is from my mother, and she didn't want me to have an IUD. I don't want to use her money and upset her."

As I mentioned "sports car," Chris's eyes lit up.

He had long been eyeing the new "chick killer" sports car, but I had been holding off, worried about his reckless behavior.

Hearing me talk like this, he excitedly said, "Honey, we can't let Mom be unhappy in her grave. You should remove the IUD, but I won't get a vasectomy. I'll just use protection from now on."

He put on a face that was all about giving and taking.

I wasn't buying it. "That won't do, darling. You don't like using protection anyway. Since we don't want children, just get a vasectomy. As long as you get the vasectomy, I'll immediately go pick up the car. Deal?"