Just About to Marry, But My Fiancé’s Mom Got Pregnant
The day after our engagement, my future mother–in–law told me she was pregnant.
When I considered calling off the engagement, she aborted the baby.
Little did I know that after our marriage, she would bring it up during every argument: “I aborted my baby for you back then, what more do you want?”
I kept giving in, but it only made them more aggressive.
After one heated argument, my husband and mother–in–law pushed me down the stairs.
My unborn child and I died together.
When I opened my eyes again, my future mother–in–law was holding my hand, asking, “Should I keep it or not? I’ll do whatever you say.”
Faced with this life–or–death question, I knew I had to let her keep the baby and then make escape.
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“Lily, you might laugh, but… I’m pregnant again,” Mrs. Wilson said, her tone gentle but her expression troubled.
I pinched my thigh hard. It hurt, but compared to the pain of being pushed down the stairs and dying with my unborn child, it was nothing.
I realized I had been reborn. Remembering the hatred from my past life, my eyes blazed with fury.
Mrs. Wilson, oblivious to my change, held my hand and asked, “Should I keep it or not? I’ll do whatever you say!”
Just like in my past life, she was pushing the responsibility of the decision onto me.
If she kept it, she was older now with high blood pressure, diabetes, and high cholesterol, not to mention the dangers of pregnancy. Their family wasn’t well–off, so the burden of raising the child would fall on the younger generation.
If she didn’t keep it, I’d be blamed for the cruel act of ending a life.
It was a clever trap, all calculated.
In my past life, I hadn’t directly answered her question.
After thinking it over, I felt they had deliberately deceived me. They could have told me earlier, but they waited until after the engagement.
I started to consider breaking off the engagement and became distant with Jack.
Soon after, I was told she had aborted the baby and was asked to visit her in the hospital.
Looking weak and sad, she said, “I’ve aborted the baby as you wished. Please stop being angry with Jack.”
Then she started crying, as if I was the villain who had robbed her of motherhood.
Suddenly burdened with this huge guilt, I felt suffocated and didn’t dare mention breaking off the engagement again.
This time, I would let her keep it. After all, raising the child would have nothing to do with me.
I composed myself and turned to her with a smile, “You’re pregnant? That’s wonderful news. Congratulations, Mrs. Wilson. You’re going to be a mother again!”
“You’re okay with me keeping it? You don’t mind?” she continued to probe my attitude.
I feigned surprise and asked, “Mind what? Unless… you don’t want this baby? You should think carefully about this, Mrs. Wilson. It’s a life we’re talking about.”
Seeing that I wasn’t upset, she relaxed and expressed her concerns, “I was worried you wouldn’t accept it. If you didn’t like the idea, I’d definitely not keep it for your and Jack’s sake”
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“How could I not like it? I’m a teacher, I love children,” I said, clenching my fist as I thought of my unborn child from my past life, letting my nails dig into my palm.
Hearing my words, Mrs. Wilson’s face lit up with joy.
Mr. Wilson also looked delighted. It seemed the couple really wanted this child.
Jack, however, remained silent, his expression not entirely pleased.
