The Triplets That I Carried Turned Out to Be Not Mine

I damaged my uterus to save my husband, which made pregnancy hard. However, I was able to get pregnant with triplets after two years of IVF. For ten months, I managed to endure the pain of a fractured uterus.

My uterus weakened early, my skin turned loose and I was worn out from being a fulltime housewife.

After I had finally gotten pregnant with three children, I accidentally overheard the drunken words of my husband, my sisterinlaw and my motherinlaw.

"I’m so thankful that Vera had no idea whose babies she carried. She helped me to get my love child with Yvonne. This gives me something to value and to look forward to in my life."

"I’m so anxious about losing my figure, so I had an idea to borrow her womb to bear mine. My position is now unchallenged. I’m still the top female anchor!"

"Wonderful! This is such a brilliant idea. Now that your brother has a baby, our family will be together again."

The three of them laughed, seeing my pain like a bottle of red wine, drinking cup after cup.

I lost control the moment I learnt the truth, I lost my temper, only to be accused of becoming a mentally unstable woman who ‘didn’t live a good life’. After that, they sent me to a mental asylum. Eventually, it caused me to have depression and I died there.

When I opened my eyes again, it turned out that I was reborn.

I was back in my eighth month of pregnancy.

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I rested my hand on my swollen belly, tracing the snakelike patterns stretching across my skin. It was still unbelievable to me that I had been reborn. Plates of cut Yubari King melons were served with two attentive maids who tended to my every whim.

Everything was exactly as it had been before, leaving me no choice but to believe it.

I was reborn in my eighth month of pregnancy.

Since I was pregnant with triplets, my belly had grown so large that I could barely take a few steps each day without my spine breaking. Seeing the familiar things in this house, painful memories came flooding back.

The next moment, the door opened. My sisterinlaw, Sally Moore, who worked at the TV station, entered with a gentle smile, holding her husband, Alex Carraghan’s, hand.

“Vera, are you feeling good? You’ll be in labor soon. Is it hard? It must be so exhausting!”

Sally held my hand with affection, lovingly caressing my belly like she really paid attention to me. Unfortunately, the memories from my past life still haunted me. Recalling them brought a numbing ache.

To maintain her figure and advance her career, Sally had secretly arranged for her and Alex’s child to be implanted in my belly. I had to bear the painful birth of her children.

When the baby grew up, she took him back with a paternity test. Sally dismissed all my efforts before suing me for every gift and property that she had ever given me.

Meanwhile, I kept my silence. I forced myself to stay calm and let out a fake grin.

“How could it not be difficult? But with these three children, it’ll all be worth it. Don’t you think so, Vera?”

My motherinlaw, Mrs. Moore, came in with a huge smile. She brought a red cloth box, taking out a pair of golden bracelets to be put on my wrists.

“Thank you for carrying my grandchildren, Vera. I bought them to wish you good luck from the jewelry store. I pray for a healthy pregnancy and a smooth delivery. I will keep them for you.”

In my last life, my motherinlaw also gave me the same pair of golden bracelets. Like an idiot, I naively thought she truly cared for me and the babies. So, I accepted them with gratitude and bought her back a platinum bracelet.

Once the triplets were born, I learned the bracelets bore John Moore, my late brotherinlaw's ashes. Mrs. Moore said she wanted him to be close to his child and looked over the birth.

It turned out that Mrs. Moore secretly implanted John’s seed inside me, hoping that I would carry on his family line. Even worse, my husband, Robbie Moore, agreed. Since he was equally ruthless, he also had his and his unrequited love’s child placed in my belly.

The three of them were truly a family. Everything they did lacked moral integrity. I was kept in the dark. I struggled during the IVF treatment. Just when I finally conceived triplets, none of them were mine.

The unbearable pain made reality clear to me. Perhaps sensing my mood was wrong, the three children took turns kicking me. My belly quickly hardened. It felt tight and uncomfortable to me.

Mrs. Moore, who was an expert at skimming my facial expression, called Robbie back from the office.

"Your wife isn’t looking good. Please take care of her. A pregnant woman needs her husband the most. How can your work be more important than your wife?"

"Yes, Mom."

Without further ado, Robbie rolled up his sleeves. He halfknelt before me before carefully applying baby oil to my belly. Meanwhile, Sally, who was nonchalant about my sacrifice, even cut another Yubari King melon plate for me. Mrs. Moore herself even fed me.

The whole family seemingly treated me like a queen. In my last life, I really felt that my life was full of happiness. In this life, I watched them coldly, already having made up my mind.

"Robbie, what gender do you think our three children will be?"

"Two boys and one girl."

Robbie’s instant answer surprised me. It was clear that he already knew the genders. To them, I was nothing more than a transparent figure. I was merely a conveyor belt that carried their wishes.

I couldn’t help but sneer, asking him, "How can you be so sure? What if they’re not?"

Robbie smiled and touched my head.

"It doesn’t matter if my guess is wrong. I will love the children you give birth to, regardless of gender."

Robbie looked at me with affection, kissed my forehead and kept saying my pregnancy had a special charm.

In order to try tricking me into thinking that I was still beautiful, he approached me at night on purpose. He was trying to be intimate with me. After I repeatedly rejected him, he left in disappointment.

In my last life, I was unable to see the reason behind it. I naively believed that Robbie indeed loved me. In this life, I looked in the mirror and saw myself clearly.

During pregnancy, my nose grew larger from hormones, my face was covered with acne, my eyes were red, my hair grew thicker and I lost half my weight. My neck and armpits became especially pigmented, as if they were spraytanned. No matter how I washed, the pigment wouldn’t go.

So, how did someone who had been handsome since they were young, like Robbie, love someone like me?

On the night I told him to go to the study room, I woke up to use the restroom. Then, I heard Robbie was calling his friend just outside the study room. His tone was full of venom. Every word had pierced me like a needle.

"If it wasn’t for her pregnancy, I could never have kissed her! You’ve got no idea that I almost puked when I kissed her. Her big, round and greasy face is disgusting."

"I’d never thought that pregnancy would change a woman this drastically. Luckily, my Yvonne doesn’t have to be like her. She can focus on her ballet abroad. When she returns as a successful ballerina, she’ll be so excited to meet our baby."

"I just can’t do something. I need to persuade her. Who actually wants her to carry those triplets? I just have to hold on for a little longer. Soon, everything will be over."

Indeed. In no time, everything would end.

After that, I calmly returned to my room. Then, I quietly opened my phone to book an appointment at a private hospital for surgery to remove the triplets. Since I would do the surgery tomorrow, I had no food that night.

When I checked the calendar, I could see that the timing would be perfect. The next fortnight would be the busiest time for Robbie. After all, his company was organizing a commercial tour. The star was obviously none other than his lover, Yvonne.