On our wedding night, Willow gave me ovulation injections that were over the prescribed dosage. I felt abdominal pain due to the overdose, but Chase ignored that and took me more than ten times.

The two of them couldn't wait for me to get pregnant. They bought me all kinds of traditional medicine that would aid pregnancy and told me to take care of my health.

In my past life, I had not known that Chase had asthenozoospermia. I had thought that he genuinely liked children, so I had obediently taken all the medicine they gave me no matter how bitter it tasted.

This time, I poured all the medicine into a flowerpot and took out my phone. I arranged for six hot-blooded male models to come.

In my past life, I spent every single day getting injections and taking medicine so that I could get pregnant. Meanwhile, Chase went through an endless string of women behind my back.

He spent his time with all kinds of women during the day and came back at night to try to impregnate me.

Luckily, he was generous and gave me plenty of money, but he didn't bother about anything else.

That was why in this life, he didn't discover what I was doing with the six male models.

During the day, I enjoyed myself thoroughly in bed with the models, who were all full of energy. I complied with Chase at night out of necessity.

I also sent Willow WhatsApp messages to rile her up. The day after that, she married a wealthy 70-year-old man.

Everyone tried to persuade her not to take her own happiness so lightly, but she didn't care. She even announced that she would bear a healthy baby for her husband.

Everyone laughed and said that she was crazy.

However, I knew she needed to get married. If I got pregnant, the fetuses would be transferred to her womb at once.

If she were unmarried, she wouldn't be able to explain who the father of her child was.

She had been planning to seduce Chase at first, but he was always surrounded by beautiful women. Besides, he showed no interest in her at all. She had no choice but to resort to other methods, so she decided on a rich old man who was no longer able to reproduce.

I couldn't be bothered with her tricks. Every day, all I did was visit Grandma and enjoy myself with the male models I was paying for.

Four months later, Chase brought a doctor to examine me.

Willow came because she was nosy.

When Chase heard the doctor say that I wasn't pregnant, his expression turned as black as thunder, and he began cursing at me at once. "I gave you so many ovulation injections! Why is your womb so useless? I married you and spent money on you, but that wasn't so that you could just be a rich housewife!"

When Willow saw him scolding me, she turned up her nose in triumph.

She glanced scornfully at me and rubbed her own stomach with a loving look on her face. She said in a syrupy-sweet tone, "Callista, everyone in your family is so fertile. Why are you the exception?

"My husband is already 70 years old, but I still succeeded in getting pregnant. You, on the other hand, aren't even showing any signs despite all your efforts over such a long period of time."

I looked up. She had only been married to the old man for four months, but her stomach looked as if she were already eight months pregnant.

I suppressed a smile and pretended to look upset as I said, "I don't know what's happening. It's my fault for having such a useless womb!"

Willow became even more gleeful when she saw how defeated I was. She continued to criticize me.

"Pregnancy is also based on luck. Maybe you're just unlucky, unlike me. I think I'm destined to have plenty of children. Mr. Grayson, you and Callista shouldn't be discouraged. I'm sure she'll get pregnant next time!"

Chase was frustrated to see Willow's bulging belly.

He didn't want to admit that he was even less potent than a 70-year-old man, so he pushed all the blame onto me.

"Callista, I gave you so many home remedies for having children. Why is Willow doing better than you? Tell me! Haven't you been taking your medicine diligently?"

I shook my head hastily to deny it.

Chase gave me an ultimatum.

"I'm warning you, Callista. If you still can't get pregnant within the two years of our trial marriage, don't even think about marrying me!"

Willow hastily gave me a pile of ovulation injections.

"Callista, just take your injections and your medicine. I'm sure you'll get pregnant! Don't be lazy because you don't want pain or suffering."

The two of them nagged at me for a while before leaving.

After that, I often received taunting text messages from Willow.

"Mr. Grayson is so generous. He bought me so many supplements because it's hard being pregnant, and he feels sorry for me!"

"Oh my! Mr. Grayson has been visiting me very often lately. He keeps asking me about my secret for getting pregnant! However, I told him that not everyone is destined to have children, unlike me. You've got to cheer up, Callista!"

When I saw Willow's manipulative texts, I greedily stroked the strong chest muscles of a male model.

Once I had enjoyed the male model's services in bed, I finally replied to her.

"I'd better learn from you so that I can have a dozen children for Chase as soon as possible!"

I caressed my flat stomach. I couldn't wait to watch Willow make a fool of herself!

Six months later, Willow successfully gave birth to sextuplets.

However, all the babies were huge because she had taken too many supplements during her pregnancy. She almost died while giving birth.

I had thought that Willow would subside for a while.

However, I received a video recording taken from surveillance camera footage. It was less than a month after Willow gave birth.

In the video, Willow was wearing sexy lingerie, and she was tilting Chase's chin up as she bared her chest to him.

She said in a sultry, seductive voice, "Mr. Grayson, my womb is exquisite. Do you want to try it out?"

Chase had been with plenty of women, but never a married woman who had just given birth.

He smiled as he undressed and took Willow in his arms as he entered her.

He ploughed her like a cow as he buried his face in her bosom and began sucking furiously.

Willow bounced up and down and moaned as she asked, "Mr. Grayson, what will you do if I get pregnant before Callista does?"

Chase's eyes were filled with desire, and he grinned as he said, "Whoever gets pregnant first will be Mrs. Grayson."

"What if I'm first?"

Chase laughed softly and pinched the tip of Willow's nose. He promised. "I'd have to marry you, won't I? You little slut!"

The two of them rolled around on the bed.

I felt nothing as I watched their lascivious affair on video. Instead, I hooked an arm around a male model's neck.

Since they were trying so hard, I would have to grant them their wish!

The two-year trial period passed very quickly. I went confidently to the city hall and told Chase to come and marry me.

However, Chase arrived with my medical checkup report and looked at me as if I were trash.

"Callista, you're not pregnant at all. How dare you even think about getting married? Dream on!"

Chase's parents lived abroad most of the time, but they were back in the country. They shook their heads. "We only agreed to let you marry Chase because they all say that you're very fertile. You turned out to be incapable of having children!"

"You've wasted our investment in you. You're useless!"

In my past life, my in-laws looked down on my family background and often spoke contemptuously to me. They would even insult and belittle me.

In their eyes, I wasn't a person. I was just a breeding machine that they had bought because it had investment value.

In my past life, they were the ones who had helped their future daughter-in-law, Willow, plan the car accident that had killed me.

I glared viciously at them. I shrugged as I asked, "You're blaming me for not getting pregnant? Why don't you blame your precious son?"

Chase looked outraged and glared ferociously at me. "Callista, since you're so ignorant, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

In front of all the staff at the city hall, he announced, "I'm not going to marry this infertile woman. My wife is someone else!"

Everyone began pointing at me, unsure of what was going on.

I remained expressionless as I asked sardonically, "Oh? Who would be lucky enough to marry you, Mr. Grayson?"

Chase snorted coldly. "Marrying anyone else would be better than marrying an infertile woman like you!"

He called out toward the entrance of the city hall. "Willow, come here and marry me!"

The crowd stood on their tiptoes, eager to watch the drama unfold. They had no idea what the truth was.

However, they were shocked and cried out, "It's a ghost!"

Willow was walking slowly toward us in a pure white wedding gown with one hand on her waist.

She was nothing but a bag of bones.

However, a grotesquely huge belly protruded from her slender frame.

It looked like someone had stuffed a hundred basketballs in there, and her stomach looked like a mountain. It was sucking up all the nutrients in her body.