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?"

Chris's face changed repeatedly.

He wanted the car, but getting a vasectomy for it seemed like too great a sacrifice.

The female doctor noticed his hesitation, quickly filled out the forms, and waved. "Here's the form for removing the IUD. As for the vasectomy, if you take good care of it post-surgery, it might still be reversible."

Hearing this, Chris seemed to ease up.

Plus, with me constantly showing him pictures of the sports car and vividly describing how cool it would be to drive it, Chris finally relented.

I arranged for both surgeries as quickly as possible.

And I hired the best divorce lawyer to help me secure the maximum benefits.

With the lawyer in charge, I finally settled down on the operating table.

The moment the IUD was removed, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

In my previous life, the IUD had caused an infection in my body, and I was in excruciating pain.

And Chris, who never had any sense of moderation, never cared about me.

I only went to the hospital when I couldn't stand it any longer, only to be told by the doctor that my uterus couldn't be saved.

After the hysterectomy, my in-laws created a scene every day, and Chris also drifted away from me, hinting that my body had issues.

I was in a bad mood, and the wound healed slowly. Looking back, it was truly a dark and desolate period.

This time, I hired a caregiver specifically to look after me and declined all visitors.

After Chris's surgery, he expected me to immediately deliver the luxury car and personally care for him in bed. Instead, he couldn't reach me and had to pay the surgery bill himself!

Seeing the bill, he was heartbroken and quickly arranged for discharge.

But he didn't know that I had prepared a surprise for him.

Fortunately, I had set up cameras at home in advance, or I would have missed this great show.

Chris, still recovering from surgery, angrily returned home, only to be shocked to find seven or eight extra people in the house.

The house was filled with smoke, and his favorite collectibles were scattered all over the place.

The group was in the middle of a heated discussion.

The ones leading the charge were his parents.