To make sure Sabrina got the full experience, I deliberately scheduled diaper changing before the labor simulation.

Most people at the parenting simulation center were expecting parents. They followed the instructor closely and practiced with serious expressions.

The moment Sabrina unfastened the simulation baby's diaper, the poop—made from a carefully blended mix of chocolate cream and coffee grounds—made her gag. She couldn't bring herself to touch it at all.

Her brain automatically blocked out the coffee aroma.

She ignored the instructor's repeated reminders and demonstrations and was already on the verge of a breakdown.

The couple next to her seemed to picture their future child and, overcome with emotion, even kissed the simulation baby's butt.

Sabrina visibly snapped.

Screaming like she'd seen a ghost, she bolted out of the classroom, leaving everyone behind in stunned silence.

When I found her, she was retching so hard she could barely stand.

With tears in her eyes, she said, "Abby, I really can't do this. It's disgusting. I swear I smelled it."

"Rina, you're overthinking it. It's just chocolate cream. Smell it. It's actually kind of sweet."

I reached out again, trying to coax her.

Sabrina gagged and threw up again.

A faint smile danced in my eyes as I completely ignored her pleas to leave and dragged her straight to the labor simulation room.

Come on, my money didn't grow on trees. If I paid for it, we were finishing it.

When the simulation reached level five, Sabrina was screaming herself hoarse. She clutched my hand and begged, "Abby, it hurts. Please, turn it off."

I didn't move.

The more miserable she sounded, the more pleasure I felt rising inside me.

Using stomach pain as an excuse, I stepped out of the room, as I was afraid the smile on my face would give me away.

Through the glass in the door, I watched Sabrina writhing in agony.

This was nothing.

In my previous life, Sabrina had slashed my stomach. No matter how I begged, she didn't hesitate.

To make sure I suffered and didn't die too quickly, she poured an entire bottle of hydrogen peroxide onto my wound to disinfect it.

The pain was so intense I wanted to die, yet I couldn't pass out. The repeated tearing sensation crushed me completely.

Compared to that, this little simulation was just child's play. It wasn't nearly enough.

The staff member controlling the current thought Sabrina felt it wasn't enough and slowly turned it higher.

She screamed like a pig about to be slaughtered. Cold sweat poured down her face.

I heard the staff mutter under her breath, "That's one twisted fetish."

Crouched in the corner, I did everything I could not to burst out laughing.

Sabrina grew up in an ordinary single-parent household. Her mother supported them by selling vegetables, and the hardship of her childhood made her swear she'd rise above it all.

But once she married into money, she became arrogant.

She looked down on security guards, thinking they were born to stand at gates. She despised waiters, believing they existed only to serve others. She scorned anyone poorer than her, seeing them as beneath her.

She never once considered that she'd done those same jobs herself.

Sabrina even looked down on me. In her mind, she was doing me a favor by being my friend. So when she needed me, I was supposed to sacrifice everything and gratefully accept her offer.

Suddenly, a loud crash came from inside the room.

Sabrina staggered out, and I grabbed her arm. "Rina, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to have kids. I don't want to give birth. Never! Abby, it hurts so bad. I can't take it!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I went through it with you. Just grit your teeth and get through it. Think about Harold. Think about your marriage. You need to have a child."

But my words no longer worked. Sabrina shook me off and ran away.

A few days later, she called me, sounding unusually smug.

"Abby, guess what? I found a woman to have a baby for me. See? There's nothing money can't solve. Don't be too upset. It's not your fault that you couldn't help. I just hope that you won't be too envious of me when you have no one to care for you in your old age."

She had to get one last jab in.

My gaze turned cold, but I still said, "Congrats. Hurry up and get started with Harold. You don't want things dragging on."

"Of course. I'll talk to him tonight, and we'll put it on the agenda right away."

After what I'd learned in my previous life, I knew exactly what kind of person Sabrina was.

She would never give up until she got what she wanted. I was sure she would look for a surrogate.

I hadn't been idle. I'd had people watching her the whole time. All I needed to do was present the candidate I had already prepared for her.

That was my real goal.