“Janice, please, I’m begging you, please bear a child for me! Drake said that he’ll divorce me if I don’t give him a son, but you know that I’ve been diagnosed with infertility! If you don’t help me, then no one else will!”
Lesley Hummer, my sister-in-law, was kneeling on the ground, as she tugged on my hands and begged with tears in her eyes.
“Janice, just help your sister-in-law out! She’s been so nice to you, so this is the least you could do for her. You can’t watch her being abandoned by her husband like that!
“If you’ll help her give birth to a child, I’ll even serve you for the rest of my life!” Willow Barkins, my mother-in-law, chimed in as she walked toward me with a pleading expression on her face.
“Jan, even my mom’s asking you for this favor. Can’t you help my little sister out?” Gary Hummer, my husband, said. “Also, it’s not like giving birth is a huge deal anyway. Women are meant to give birth. That’s why they exist.”
I couldn’t believe that my own husband would say that to me.
Lesley’s husband, Drake Fakher, was rich and fairly powerful. Everyone in the family treated him as some sort of ATM machine since he brought in so much money. Of course, they would want to please him in any way they could.
I just stared at them coldly and thought that it was hilariously ridiculous yet saddening at the same time.
Lesley had not been diagnosed with infertility. She was simply scared of pain and didn’t want to go through the pain of childbirth. That was the only reason why she schemed with Willow and Gary to trick me.
In my last life, I had firmly rejected the idea of it, but they drugged me and made me do it anyway.
First, they drugged me until I was unconscious, then delivered me to Drake’s room where he violated me.
I got pregnant after that and fell into severe depression because of my emotional instability. I tried killing myself on multiple occasions so that the pain would end.
When they found out, the three of them tied me to the bed and forced me to eat, sleep, and evacuate in the same bed where I was trapped. I felt like a lifeless puppet being manhandled by them on a daily basis, letting them do whatever they wanted to my body.
This persisted for ten months until I finally gave birth to a baby girl.
I thought that the torture would finally end, but as it turned out, it was just the start of an even worse nightmare.
I had given birth to a daughter instead of a son, and Drake, who had always favored boys over girls, flung my baby on the ground to its death right under my eyes.
“You stupid woman! You can’t even give birth to the right baby! What’s the point of having you around?”
Gary then grabbed me by the neck and yelled all sorts of insults in my face. He then gave me, a woman who had just gone through hours of labor to give birth, a good beating until I was bruised and bloodied all over.
I was so badly beaten up that my uterus began to bleed heavily, completely rendering me infertile.
