Chapter 2

He raised his hand and made a solemn vow.

"I, Zach Carter, swear that if Chloe becomes paralyzed from giving birth and I ever mistreat or abandon her, may I get run over by a truck, choke to death on water, and suffocate on my own spit!"

After swearing, he grinned and grabbed my hand.

"Are you satisfied now, my beautiful wife? Come here, let me hold you. You scared the life out of me. I thought you really didn't want our baby."

I pushed his hands away.

"Then go tell everyone right now that the reason we couldn't have kids all these years wasn't my fault. Tell them you're the infertile one."

"No way!" he refused instantly, without a second thought.

"I'm a man! If everyone finds out I'm the one with the issue, what happens to my reputation?"

"So you'd rather let me carry the blame and take the abuse all these years?"

He grew impatient.

"Men and women are different! I'm the provider, the only son of the Carter family. If our relatives and friends find out about this, how are my parents supposed to show their faces in public? How would I face my ancestors?"

Right. I forgot I married the heir to a non-existent family legacy.

"What is wrong with you today? This is supposed to be a happy day, and you're just trying to ruin it."

He wasn't wrong. Today was indeed a happy day.

Because today, I was reborn.

Furious, he slammed the door and stormed out, shouting, "You're being completely unreasonable! I can't deal with you. I'm calling your parents!"

A few minutes later, he posted my positive pregnancy test on Snapchat.

Caption: *Thank God, our little miracle is finally on the way.*

Image: *The ultrasound report.*

Soon, my mom called.

"Chloe, sweetie, Zach told me you don't want the baby. What's going on? You two have been married for so long, and it was so hard to finally—"

My mind was in a haze. I couldn't even process what my mom was saying.

My parents had always treated Zach like their own son. In my past life, when I first became paralyzed, Zach had sworn he would care for me forever.

Under the guise of paying for my medical treatments, he conned $100,000 out of my parents—their entire life savings.

Shortly after, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. With no money left for treatment, he died in agonizing pain.

My mom, utterly broken and exhausted from trying to raise money, fell into a river in a daze and drowned.

It was on that very night that I lost all hope and ended my life.

But thank God, there was still time to change everything.

"Mom, stop talking about the baby. Take Dad to the hospital for a full physical check-up right now!"

Right now, the cancer would still be in its early stages. It could be cured with a simple surgery.

I immediately drove over to my parents' house. Ignoring their bewildered expressions, I dragged them straight to the hospital.

My mom was perfectly healthy.

My dad was diagnosed with high blood pressure and early-stage colorectal cancer.

My mom gasped in relief, clutching her chest. "Thank God we caught it early. It's all thanks to you, Chloe. But wait... how did you know your dad had cancer?"

I sat them down and told them everything that had happened to me in my past life, from beginning to end.

My dad slapped his thigh in fury. "That bastard Zach! He acted so noble and generous in front of us, but he was the infertile one all along! He hid it from us for years, and then after you got paralyzed... Oh, my poor Chloe, you suffered so much!"

Tears welled up in my parents' eyes.

I had half-expected them to think I had lost my mind.

But my mom just held my hand tightly, her heart breaking for me.

"We are absolutely not keeping this baby. Let's schedule an abortion. I don't care if we never have grandkids. I won't let my daughter go through that kind of hell."

"Exactly," my dad agreed, wiping a tear. "I have my pension. I can support you! Even when we're gone, your brother Lucas will protect you."