Brady looked puzzled as he took the ultrasound report and said, "Mom, it says here that it's a molar pregnancy."

"The doctor said that a molar pregnancy is just like multiples. It means I have so many babies, just like a bunch of grapes. I'm carrying at least ten right now," Renee declared confidently.

Oliver was thrilled upon hearing this. "Really? Neenee, you're practically a miracle for the Orwell family!"

Renee straightened her back even more dramatically. "From now on, I need to focus even more on my nutrition," she said, then cast a mocking glance at me. "Multiples are much rarer than twins. After all, not just anyone can carry them."

‘Indeed, a life-threatening pregnancy like yours is something no one else would want to carry,’ I thought to myself.

As Renee's supposed multiples outshined my 'twins,' she once again became the center of everyone's attention and care.

Renee firmly believed she was carrying divine babies, so she made sure not to starve her ten sons, indulging in all kinds of rich foods and eating far more than usual.

With all the raw seafood I kept bringing home, Renee's weight skyrocketed to 200 pounds. At the supposed three months, her belly looked like she was seven or eight months pregnant.

Renee lay on the sofa in the living room, ordering Oliver to feed her while Brady peeled grapes for her. She touched her round belly and suddenly cried out, "Ouch!"

Oliver immediately asked in concern, "What's wrong?"

Renee smiled and said, "Our sons are kicking me! It hurts so much!" Her belly visibly shifted, and Oliver was overjoyed as he felt the movement.

"The Orwell family has always passed down our lineage through one son only. I can’t believe we’re going to be parents to so many sons at this age. It's like a blessing from our ancestors," he said.

I looked at Renee's belly. A molar pregnancy was just an underdeveloped mass of tissue, so how could there be fetal movement?

A sudden suspicion formed in my mind—could it be that what she was carrying was...

Brady turned to me and asked, "Eloise, Mom's baby is already kicking. Has yours moved yet?"

I snapped back to reality and shook my head. "Fetal movement varies from person to person. Some feel it earlier while others feel it later."

Renee grabbed Brady's hand and placed it on her swollen belly. "Bubba, you can feel it too!" After that, she turned to look at me with a smug expression she could not hide.

"This is a divine pregnancy, unlike a certain other pregnancy… Even though she’s three months along, her belly's still so small. The babies inside are probably dead!"

I could not hold back anymore and rushed forward, slapping her across her smug face.

Renee had not expected me to react so violently. She was stunned for a moment and tried to get up to hit me back, but her obese body made it difficult for her to move.

I dodged her clumsy attempt and slapped her again.

Renee immediately clutched her face, crying out to Oliver and Brady, "Honey, Bubba, Neenee's face hurts! This wicked woman hit Neenee!"

I looked at her coldly. "Who's the wicked one here? The children I'm carrying are also Orwells. How dare you curse them like that!"

Oliver and Brady stood rooted to the spot. They were caught between us, not knowing what to do.

Meanwhile, Renee cried even harder, tears and snot streaming down her face.

Not wanting to see her disgusting display any longer, I turned and went back to the bedroom. As soon as I closed the door, tears started streaming down my face uncontrollably.

In my previous life, I really did have a miscarriage. At that time, Renee had just undergone surgery for her molar pregnancy.

I found out I was pregnant shortly afterward, but I was afraid that announcing my pregnancy would upset her more, considering her recent loss. I planned to wait a little longer before sharing the news with everyone.

However, before I could say anything, she recovered and took my life, so my poor baby died with me.

Outside, I could hear Renee's wailing grow louder as she demanded that Oliver and Brady punish me to avenge her.

Brady burst into the bedroom, yelling angrily, "Eloise, you went too far today! She's my mother, and we've spoiled her all these years. How could you… hit her…"

When he saw the tears staining my face, his angry tone softened, almost trailing off. "Eloise, why are you crying?"

Brady and I had been together for seven years since we met in college, and he had never seen me cry except for our wedding day.

It was no wonder he seemed so lost and confused now.

I wiped away the tears from my face. "Brady, she may be your mother, but I'm a mother too. How can I tolerate her cursing my children to die?"

Brady's voice was much softer now. "My mom's spoiled and a little arrogant, but she doesn't mean any harm."

"Doesn't mean any harm?" I shot back, "What if one day, she kills your children with her own two hands?"

Brady immediately denied it. "No, my mom would never do something like that."

I looked at him quietly. "Anything is possible. Would you avenge the children?"

Brady did not answer my question and quickly walked away.

After that, we were not on speaking terms for several days. During that time, every time Renee saw me, she would gloat, "Some women live such miserable lives. But not me! My husband and son love me so much.”

I deliberately rubbed my belly and smiled faintly. "I'm carrying Brady's children. It won't be long before he comes back to me on his own, and then I'll have him move out with me."

Renee glared at me furiously. "You wouldn't dare!"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Just wait and see!"

She looked at my belly with a flash of malice in her eyes.

Just as I expected, after a week of not talking, Brady coincidentally came to make peace on my birthday. He booked a fancy rooftop restaurant for a romantic dinner, with plans for us to watch the fireworks.

When Renee heard about it, she looked at me as if she wanted to tear me to pieces.

With a smile on my lips and a glance at her hateful gaze, I accepted the invitation. I had been waiting for this day for a long time.

That evening, when Brady arrived to pick me up, a plump figure jumped in faster than me as soon as he opened the passenger door.

I shot Brady a questioning look.

Brady looked a bit helpless and said, "Mom, why aren't you resting at home? What are you doing in the car?"

Renee pouted pitifully. "I've never had a candlelight dinner before. I want to go too!"

I bluntly said, "Today's my birthday. Brady and I planned to spend it together with just the two of us. Please get out."

Ignoring me completely, Renee turned to Brady and whined, "Bubba, am I not the most important woman in your life? How can you take her and not me?"

When Brady did not respond, she continued, "Poor Neenee! Honey's not at home, and now Bubba won't take Neenee out to dinner. Neenee's going to be so hungry…"

Watching a 60-year-old overweight woman with a thick layer of powder on her face and bright red lipstick whining to her son was beyond cringeworthy.

I looked away, fearing I might throw up if I watched any longer.

Having no other option, Brady turned to me with a hint of pleading in his eyes. "Eloise, maybe we should take Mom with us?"

I said nothing and climbed into the back seat.

Of course I had to let her come. Without her, the show tonight would not be complete!

Relieved that I did not protest, Brady quickly drove toward the hotel. He was probably worried I might change my mind.

In the car, Renee turned on her phone camera's beauty filter to the max and recorded a video.

"Bubba is taking me to a candlelight dinner. Neenee is so happy!"

Renee had a TikTok account where she had a series called ‘Neenee's Life As A Pampered Woman’.

She often posted videos bragging about how she used her charm to keep her husband and son doting on her endlessly. She had gathered quite a following online, with tens of thousands of fans praising her.

In my previous life, I suffered a lot because of her fans.

After her molar pregnancy procedure, Renee had gone online to call me a jealous woman and told everyone I was infertile. She said I was envious of her because she had both her husband's and son's affection.

She even claimed I was jealous that she could still get pregnant at nearly 60, so I was the one who forced her to have an abortion.

Every day, she portrayed me as a heartless villain, which led to people throwing rotten eggs at me on my way to work, burning pictures of me outside my office, and even sending me bloody packages to threaten me.

This time around, she would taste the consequences herself.

When we arrived at the hotel, Brady got out first. Renee eagerly rushed to his side, clinging to his arm.

I lagged a few steps behind them, discreetly placing my phone into a specially designed bag and turning on the live stream.

I typed out on the stream: [This is live from Neenee's daughter-in-law from Neenee's Life As A Pampered Woman. Let’s all learn from Neenee how to be the best at charming men.]

Renee's face, with its layers of makeup, looked bashful as she said, "Bubba, this place is so beautiful! Neenee loves it so much!

"Bubba, you have to bring Neenee here more often," she added.

"Bubba, Neenee's feet hurt from walking. Will you carry me?"

She babbled on like a child visiting a grand estate for the first time, completely oblivious to the odd looks people gave her.

Passing guests and staff threw confused glances their way, some even whispering that Brady must be a young boy toy. People wondered how he could put up with being with such an unattractive, older woman.

Brady's face flushed with embarrassment as he awkwardly loosened her grip on his arm and whispered, "Mom, please don't act like this in public!"