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I, Rylee Grant, was reborn back to Christmas 1975. At that time, I was only three months pregnant. I told no one and quietly had an abortion. But from then on, I still wrapped my belly with padding every day, pretending to still be pregnant.
This was because in my previous life, my husband Wyatt Courtland’s first love Grace Wilson and I gave birth on the same day. She successfully delivered a healthy baby boy, while I gave
birth to a mixed–race child.
Wyatt flew into a rage and publicly denounced me as a slut, saying I had an unspeakable relationship with a foreigner.
I desperately tried to explain, crying repeatedly that the child wasn’t mine, but no one believed me.
Not only that, he also took the initiative to report me, turning in several foreign letters he found in our home. I was taken away by the FBI and sentenced to prison on espionage charges.
I was sentenced to ten years in prison. When I was released, I was nothing but skin and bones.
Wyatt, however, was promoted for his merit in reporting me.
That day, he held Grace’s hand and my biological son’s hand, throwing me five hundred dollars like charity.
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He said: “Grace was accidentally deceived back then and got pregnant. Unlike you, she’s too fragile to endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch the two children. This five hundred dollars is compensation for your ten years and your innocence. You have a criminal record now, and I’ve already filed for divorce and gotten together with Grace. Our son also thinks you’re not worthy of me. You’d better take care of yourself.”
My son also looked at me with disgust: “Grace is very good to me. And you’ve been in prison! I don’t want a mom like you!”
The moment I learned the truth, I was so angry I coughed up
blood and died.
Now that I’m living again, I want to see what they can use to scheme against me this time without a child!
Returning to the Courtland house from the hospital, I ran straight into Wyatt helping Grace prepare to go out.
Fortunately, I had wrapped my belly with padding beforehand to conceal the truth, so they didn’t notice anything unusual.
Grace smiled and said: “Rylee, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. I mentioned it to Wyatt, and he said he’d take me to the hospital for a checkup. Look at him, making such a big fuss over a small matter. He’s so responsible – when you have your baby, he’ll definitely be a good father too.”
If it were before, I really would have fantasized about raising children with Wyatt because of her few words.
But after being reborn, I realized how ridiculous I had been, actually believing that Grace and Wyatt genuinely cared about
- me.
Their eyes fell on my belly without a trace of concern, only naked greed and calculation.
In my previous life, I never noticed that Wyatt, my husband, cared far more about Grace than me.
Even when we went into labor on the same day, I was still foolishly thinking how coincidental it was, and if the children happened to be a boy and a girl, we could arrange their engagement in advance.
After the children were born, Wyatt rushed into the hospital room holding a swaddled baby and slapped me hard across the face without a word.
He said I had betrayed him and actually had relations with foreigner.
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I couldn’t believe it, but I still took the child and looked – it was indeed a mixed–race baby.
Wyatt demanded a divorce from me in front of everyone at the
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