At four months pregnant, I went to pick up my prenatal test results with my husband, Aiden Carter, who was an OB-GYN.

The smile at the corner of his lips froze the moment he saw the report. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tried to schedule an abortion.

I stood there in shock. The attending physician, Dr. Marianne Cole, had just told me the baby was perfectly healthy!

I tore myself free and demanded, "Why do you want me to get an abortion?!"

He didn’t answer and had already scheduled the procedure.

When I tried to run, he yanked my arm tighter. "There's no way we are having this child!"

Clutching my belly, I hurried to call my parents, who were both OB-GYNs themselves.

Dad, who had always doted on me, raised his fist, aiming straight for my stomach.

Mom’s face twisted in horror, shaking her head wildly. "No, this won’t work. It can’t be like this."

"Find a few men. Lock Clara Hart in with them."

I didn’t understand why they were so desperate to destroy my child. All I wanted was to escape. Instead, they locked me inside a pitch-black room.

When I felt the blood trickling down my legs, I knew my baby was gone.

Mom came smiling to fetch me. I fought, demanding to know why they had done this to me.

Without responding, she turned around and sent me straight to Ravenwood Asylum.

I was tortured to death there.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I went to collect my prenatal report.

Aiden looked at me, his face glowing with joy. "Baby, this is our first child. I can’t wait for the day he’s born."

"Hurry up, babe. If we’re late, the hospital’s going to be packed."

Aiden Carter’s urging pulled me sharply back to reality.

My hand instinctively pressed against the slight swell of my belly, and that’s when I knew. I had been reborn.

I was reborn on the very day we were supposed to pick up my prenatal test results.

In my last life…

From the moment I got pregnant, Aiden had been meticulous about caring for me. Every day, he bought something new for the baby, and he’d already picked out over a hundred possible names.

Even though the hospital where I had my prenatal checkups was his own workplace, he always took leave just to accompany me. He never hid his excitement or love for this child.

Four months in, we went for the routine check as usual.

When the attending doctor, Dr. Marianne Cole, assured us that the baby was perfectly healthy, with no signs of Down syndrome, Aiden, who was an OB-GYN himself, glanced over the report.

That’s when his smile froze on his face, twisting into horror. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tried to schedule an abortion.

I stood there stunned, tearing my hand free. "Aiden, the baby’s fine. Why do you want to get rid of it?"

However, he didn’t answer. His fingers flew over his phone, already booking the procedure.

I reached to snatch it away.

His breathing grew ragged, and his eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Clara, there is no way we are having this child!"

His outburst rattled me so badly my heart nearly tore out of my chest, and my legs threatened to buckle beneath me.

While he was distracted setting up the surgery, I quickly messaged my parents, who happened to both be OB-GYNs as well.

They came swiftly.

When Aiden saw them, he didn’t look nervous at all. In fact, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

I shrank into my mother’s arms. Dad swung a fist and smashed it into Aiden’s face. "The baby’s perfectly fine. Why the hell are you pushing for an abortion?"

Aiden stayed silent, shoving the test results into Dad’s hands.

The moment Dad’s eyes scanned the report, his rage curdled into shock. His eyes widened. His hands shook. Then, he lifted his fist, aiming for my stomach.

Thank God Mom stepped in.

His punch landed squarely against her instead. She shouted furiously, "Have you lost your mind? Clara’s carrying your grandchild!"

Dad sneered, thrusting the report at her.

After a single glance, my mother, who had just shielded me, went pale as if she’d seen a ghost. She shoved me away from her chest, shaking her head violently. "No… no, this won’t work."

That’s when I realized something was wrong with the results.

"Mom, what’s happening? What’s wrong with my baby?" I demanded.

However, she didn’t answer, trapped in her own terror. "This won’t do!" She clutched Dad’s arm. "It’s too obvious here at the hospital. I have another solution."

Her voice dropped. "Find a few men. Lock Clara in with them."

I froze, going numb all over.

Why had they both changed the instant they saw the report? What could possibly be so terrifying? And why wouldn’t anyone tell me?

They started to drag me away.

I spun to run, but Dad caught me easily, yanking me back. I sobbed, begging them to let me go, or at least, give me the truth.

Nonetheless, they forced me into the car, gagged me, and shoved me inside.

Then, they locked me in a basement cell with five men. Terror nearly crushed me. I pounded on the door, screaming to be let out.

Only silence answered me.

The men dragged me down to the ground. Whenever I resisted, they struck me. Soon, the child inside me spilled out in a pool of blood, eventually drying on the floor.

A week later, my parents and Aiden came to collect me.

Mom smiled sweetly. "Clara, let’s go home."

I laughed bitterly, not understanding how she could pretend nothing had happened. My voice cracked into madness. "Why? Why would you do this to me?!"

Her face turned cold.

Dad’s hand whipped across my face. "Ungrateful and shameless!"

I stood there, dazed.

Then, Mom’s eyes hardened, venom dripping from her words. "Clara’s lost her mind. Send her to Ravenwood Asylum."

From the moment they locked me inside, Aiden made sure someone came every day to torture me. The man I once loved more than anything wanted me dead.

Three months later, I finally broke. I died without ever knowing why that prenatal report had condemned both me and my baby.

The terror of that past life surged back. My hand brushed against the faint heat of my belly.

I drew in a long breath. This time, I would find out the truth.

No matter what.

At the hospital, I made sure to grab the prenatal report first.

Even after Dr. Cole reassured me that the baby was perfectly healthy, I immediately tucked the report into my hands.

I thought that as long as Aiden didn’t see it, nothing bad could happen. However, the moment we stepped out of the doctor’s office, he asked me for it, just like in my last life.

My heart lurched, but I forced a smile. "Why do you need my report?"

Aiden smiled back. "I’m the baby’s father, and I’m an OB-GYN. Isn’t it normal for me to take a look?"

"Dr. Cole already said both the baby and I are healthy. Don’t you believe her?" I challenged.

"It’s not that. I just want to understand the details so that I can take better care of you."

I deliberately slipped the report into my bag right in front of him. "Well, I’m not letting you see it today."

He assumed I was just being pouty, so he played along. "Alright, alright. I won’t look. Your health is all that matters."

I clung to his arm with a smile. "I’m just going to the restroom. Then, we can head home."

Clutching my bag, I hurried away.

Earlier, I had glanced at the report, but too quickly to catch anything unusual. Now, I was determined to study it carefully and find out what it could possibly contain that turned everyone into monsters the instant they saw it.

Unfortunately, the second I reached the restroom, my stomach dropped.

The report was gone.

Panicked, I rushed back out, and there he was.

Aiden stood pale-faced, and in his hand was the report that should have been in my bag. He spotted me and strode over. Instinctively, I tried to run, but he caught my arm in a crushing grip.

His eyes blazed blood-red, locking on me. "Clara, there's no way we are having this child. We’re going for an abortion now!"

In my last life, I never understood it. Why did my once gentle husband transform the instant he saw that report?

The viciousness in his gaze was something I had never seen before.

My whole body trembled, but because I had lived this moment once already, I reacted faster.

I screamed. "Help! He’s trying to kill my baby!"

The hospital was bustling, and my cry sliced through the noise. In an instant, people gathered around us. Aiden hadn’t seen that coming

I dropped to my knees before him. "Honey, Dr. Cole said the baby is perfectly healthy! Why do you want me to abort it?"

While he clenched his jaw, his voice was low and sharp. "Shut up, you wretch!"

He tried to drag me away, but the onlookers surged closer.

One man yanked him off me. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Another voice rose, scandalized. "God, the baby’s fine, yet you still want her to abort it? You just don’t want to raise it, do you?"

"Yeah! When you were enjoying yourself, did you think about that?"

"Forcing a pregnant woman into an abortion… this is illegal. Call the cops!"

Aiden’s breath came fast and heavy while his jaw was locked tight, and his eyes were murderous on me.

Surrounded by so many witnesses, though, he couldn’t act. Then, he did something I never expected.

He smiled. With that smile pasted on his face, he dialed my parents.

The moment my parents arrived, they found Aiden and me surrounded by a crowd. Without any exchange of words, they knew something had happened.

Mom rushed to shield me in her arms, but the instant she touched me, I flinched.

Kind Samaritans quickly explained what had just taken place.

Dad lifted his hand, ready to slap Aiden across the face. But before he could, Aiden raised the prenatal report high.

"Dad, don’t look!" I cried, lunging to grab it.

It was too late.

He caught it first, his eyes flicking over the page. A tremor rippled through him.

I whispered tentatively, "Dad…"

When his gaze snapped back to me, his eyes were bloodshot. His raised hand swung down, not at Aiden, but across my cheek.

"Wretch! Aiden told you to abort it for your own good!"

I shattered inside. Still, I gritted my teeth, forcing out, "But the doctor said the baby is healthy!"

"I’m an OB-GYN too! How dare you argue with me!" His fist drew back, aiming for my belly, until my mother threw herself in front of me.

"You’ve lost your mind! Your daughter is pregnant!" she roared.

Instead of reacting in fury, my father sneered. "You pity her? This slut doesn’t deserve to be our daughter!"

Gasps rippled through the onlookers, and they condemned him. What kind of father would say such things?

My mother was so furious she could barely breathe. However, she knew my father was normally gentle, so the report had to contain something dire for him to react so violently.

"Let me see that report!" she demanded.

I rushed forward, blocking her path, as desperation flooded my eyes.

"Mom, Dr. Cole already said the baby is healthy. Please, don’t read it. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her yourself!"

I knew that once she read it, she would turn against me, too.

She pulled me into her arms, soothing me. "Don’t worry. Your father and Aiden are fools. I used to be the head of the OB-GYN department. Trust me, I know what I’m doing."

I shook my head wildly. "No! Please, Mom, don’t read it. I trust you, but I beg you, don’t look!"

The more I resisted, the stronger her curiosity burned. As she reached for it, I dropped to my knees.

"Mom, if you look at that report, you’ll stop loving me. Just like they did."

Her warm eyes softened. "That’s impossible, Clara. I’ve worked for decades. I’ve seen every kind of report. And even if the baby isn’t Aiden’s, I’ll still stand by you. You are the one I love most in this world."

Her gaze was so gentle it almost made me believe her.

In the end, I couldn’t stop her.

The moment her eyes scanned the report, her warmth vanished. A shadow flickered across her face, and her expression turned cold and venomous.

Fear coursed through me.

Her face went ashen. She forced a bitter smile at me. Unlike Dad and Aiden, she didn’t explode with rage. That quiet control made her all the more terrifying. Her voice was icy. "It’s fine, Clara. The baby’s fine. Get up. Let’s go home."

Nevertheless, the hand she stretched toward me trembled violently. She was suppressing something deep inside.

"No, I’m not going home." I backed away into the crowd.

Her brow furrowed, her eyes dark and sharp. "Clara, what are you doing? You’re pregnant. What if something happens out here?"

They advanced, ready to seize me.

I clutched two strangers by the sleeves, dropping to my knees. "Please! Help me! I can’t go with them. They’ll kill my baby!"

The strangers hesitated. I was clearly a pregnant woman in distress, but the others were my family. They didn’t know who to believe.

Thankfully, someone spoke up, "She’s pregnant. Her emotions are unstable. Don’t push her like this."

"Exactly. What if the baby gets hurt?"

Nonetheless, my parents acted like they couldn’t hear them, and their faces twisted as they closed in.

"Clara, are you paranoid? Come home with us. Stop causing a scene in the hospital!"

They grabbed for me. A kind bystander stepped between us. "She’s pregnant and clearly distressed. She needs a doctor to check if the baby’s alright."

"We’re OB-GYNs!" Dad snapped. "She doesn’t need another doctor!"

The bystander faltered. Aiden seized the chance, dragging me away, my body scraping against the floor.

No matter how sympathetic the crowd was, they didn’t dare wrestle me from my own family.

All of a sudden, a firm hand blocked Aiden’s path.

"Who gave you the right to drag a pregnant woman like that?"

A police officer’s sharp voice cut through. Aiden released me instantly.

My parents hurried to explain. "Officer, she’s our daughter. She has some mental issues. We need to take her home."

Suspicion flickered in the officer’s eyes. I shook my head frantically. "No! They’re trying to kill my perfectly healthy baby!"

The three of them froze, their expressions stiff, but smug smiles crept across their faces.

I pressed on. "If you don’t believe me, check the hospital’s surveillance. You’ll see, they all want my baby dead!"

The officers called for the footage.

After watching it, a female officer, Officer Dana Rivers, stepped in front of me, shielding me. She glared at them. "Why are you trying to destroy a healthy child?"

My parents scoffed. Aiden only looked at me with cold detachment.

"Forcing a pregnant woman into an abortion is illegal," Officer Rivers snapped.

Still, Aiden didn’t flinch.

I clutched her hand. "Please, let me see my report."

Every single one of them had turned only after reading it. Whatever it contained was the truth.

Under police pressure, Aiden reluctantly handed it over.

When my eyes landed on the page again, I finally understood why they all wanted my baby gone.