Blurb：
After being murdered by her sister-in-law Claire and mother for revealing Claire’s tumor instead of pregnancy, Daisy wakes up reborn on the fateful day she took Claire to the hospital. This time, Daisy chooses survival over truth. She cleverly redirects the trip to a baby boutique, avoiding the deadly confrontation. But with Claire’s mysterious 15-month “pregnancy,” a massive tumor growing inside her, and a superstitious mother believing in destined greatness, how long can Daisy hide the medical reality? As the tumor expands and Claire’s denial deepens, Daisy must navigate family loyalty, dark secrets, and her own childless marriage while protecting herself from another tragic end. Will Claire’s delusion of motherhood collapse under medical truth? Can Daisy escape her family’s curse and build a future with her devoted husband? A gripping tale of reincarnation, medical mystery, and twisted family dynamics where one woman fights to rewrite her destiny.
Content：
My sister-in-law has been pregnant for 15 months. I asked her to get checked,
but my mom said, My grandson is destined for greatness! Don’t you know some special babies just take longer to cook? There’s no rushing these things!
I was still worried, so I secretly took my sister-in-law to the hospital for an examination.
It turned out she wasn’t pregnant at all—
instead, there was a massive tumor growing inside her.
When they found out, both of them were devastated and blamed me.
“Who said it was a tumor? It just wasn’t his time yet, you killed my child!”
“You murdered my precious grandson! I want you to pay with your life!”
Together, my sister-in-law and my mother pushed me down the stairs.
When I opened my eyes again,
I was back in the car, on the way to the hospital with my sister-in-law.
I was sitting in the car, just outside the hospital entrance.
The driver honked and said, “We’re here, ma’am!”
My sister-in-law turned to me, suspicion in her eyes.
“Daisy, did you bring me to the hospital?”
“I told you I don’t need a check-up. There’s nothing wrong with my baby.”
I froze for a second, then I realized I had really gone back to that day I’d tried to take her for the examination.
I quickly pulled out my phone and changed the destination. I said to the driver,
“Sir, I think you misheard the navigation. We’re not going here.”
The driver checked and immediately apologized.
“My apologies, I must have misread. The destination is Mommy & Me Boutique.”
My sister-in-law looked confused. I turned to her and said,
“Claire, since you’re due soon, I thought we could pick out some baby supplies. I want to buy some outfits for my nephew. Just as a gift from his aunt.”
Her eyes lit up immediately.
“Now that’s more like it. Finally acting like an aunt should.”
We went to the boutique and bought several baby outfits. She was satisfied.
Before we left, she also took a can of expensive prenatal vitamins from my cart.
Whatever—a few hundred dollars to buy my life back.
In my past life, I’d taken her to the hospital secretly, and the doctors had detained her right there.
The doctor had said gravely, “If she isn’t hospitalized now, waiting another month or two could be dangerous. We still don’t know if this mass is benign or malignant.”
Eventually, they removed a tumor weighing over ten pounds.
My sister-in-law couldn’t accept that she’d been carrying a tumor. She was afraid the neighbors would laugh at her.
So she convinced my mother that I was the one who had caused her to lose the baby.
My mother, like an enraged lion, snarled at me:
“You just had to meddle! Do you know how hard it was for your brother to find a wife and have a child? Some babies just take longer! It hadn’t even been two years yet, and you had to go and stir up trouble!.”
“You killed my precious grandson. I’ll make you to pay for this!”
Then she and Claire pushed me down the stairs.
This time, I won’t get involved.
Let everyone face their own fate. I just want to live a long life.
It was raining outside. Both Claire and I were drenched.
When we got home, my mother came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot soup for Claire, but she glared at me.
“Claire is heavily pregnant! Where have you taken her? If something happened to her or her baby, could you have taken responsibility?”
My brother rushed to dry Claire’s hair with a towel, but he just made things worse, rubbing her belly.
“Daisy, if you can’t have kids of your own, that’s your problem. Stop meddling with other people’s families!”
But you know what? My brother was right, in a way. My sister-in-law was carrying a “growth,” not a baby.
I’ve been married for three years, but I’ve been focused on building my career. We haven’t planned for a child yet.
In my past life, I felt so bad for my husband. After Claire killed me, he took care of my family.
He even gave them three of our houses.
He never knew the murderer was living under the same roof.
In the end, he couldn’t escape death either.
My mother and brother only cared about Claire’s baby.
For the sake of that “future heir,” my mother spent her mornings praying at church and her evenings burning candles before a small shrine in the living room..
Before every meal, she’d clasp her hands and say, “Please, God, keep my future grandchild safe and ensure a healthy birth!”
My mother immediately stepped forward to take credit.
“If it weren’t for my daily prayers, Claire, your belly wouldn’t be growing so well, right?”
In my past life, I had tried to tell my mother that no one stays pregnant for over a year—and that her belly was huge, like a ball.
But my mother scolded me for being ignorant.
“Don’t you dare say it looks like a ball! It’s clearly carrying high, which is a wonderful sign!”
” What a waste of education. You have less sense than your old mother.”
These things take time. But my Claire was carrying a tumor. How much more time did it need? I suspected the only outcome would be a catastrophic rupture..
Claire quickly thanked my mother, helping her sit on the sofa.
“Mom, I know—it’s all because of you that I’m carrying this baby.”
If my mother was the reason she was carrying a massive growth, would Claire still be grateful?
“Daisy just took me out to buy some baby clothes. We didn’t go anywhere else.”
My mother took the baby clothes I bought but looked displeased.
“What is this? Why did you get these tiny, delicate colors? They’ll be ruined after one wash! My grandchild needs sturdy, practical clothes!”
But Claire had picked them out herself—and now she was blaming me.
I had been too distracted sorting through memories from my past life to notice what she’d chosen.
Claire quickly dumped all the blame on me.
“Exactly! I said we should get the more durable sets, but Daisy insisted these designer ones were cuter.”
So from the beginning, she’d been setting me up to be criticized.
Then she turned to me.”Since you bought such wrong things, just transfer me 0-00,000. I’ll buy what I need myself.”
“And I’ll get some supplements for Mom—she’s been working so hard for her grandson.”
” And your brother could use a new set of tools for all the work he’s been doing around the house..”
I finally understood what Claire was really after—
She wanted the clothes and the money.
And she wasn’t even trying to hide it.
My mother chimed in. “She’s right. If you had any commom sense, Claire wouldn’t have to go out again. Look how tired she is from the pregnancy.”
I didn’t say anything. I just scrolled through my phone.
Soon, a delivery rider arrived.
I smiled at my mother:
“Mom, the salesperson said they made a mistake. See? These are blue.”
“They admitted the error, so we get to keep the first outfits for free.”
My mother was all smiles as she felt the sturdier fabric of the new clothes, completely forgetting about the 0-00,000 Claire had asked for.
“Now this is what I’m talking about! Much more sensible!”
Claire glared at me, her eyes burning with furious disbelief.
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