Falling for My Twin's Incitement, My Mother Choose not to Give Birth to Me novel

From the moment I became conscious in my mother's womb, a voice had been whispering lies about me.
Please don't kill me, share some oxygen from the umbilical cord with me, I can't breathe.
I did nothing to her.
My mother, Delila Anderson, however, didn't hesitate to hurt herself, frantically pounding her belly with her fists.
"You vicious thing! What are you going to do to my precious daughter I carried with such effort?"
To protect the other fetus, Delila even went to the hospital and requested a reduction procedure to abort me, Noah Parker.
Upon learning I had inherited her allergy, she bought ten boxes of mangoes in one go -- just to let the already weak me die in the womb.
Seeing her beautiful face swollen and disfigured, covered in messy mango juice, she was still stuffing large mouthfuls of mango into her mouth.
I completely gave up the will to survive.
"Mom, don't eat anymore, I'm leaving now."

I clutched the umbilical cord tightly, refusing to draw any more nutrients from my mother's body -- let my sister devour me bit by bit.
Starting from my fingers, then slowly spreading to my feet, until the pain completely silenced me.
Delila was checking baby supplies with my father and said, "We can start preparing the hospital bag."
My father, Pieter Parker, asked in confusion, "You're having twins, why are you only preparing for one?"
She paused, her expression complex, but then replied, "You can keep that kid if you want, but you must discipline her strictly after she's born."
"She's inherently selfish and vicious. She'll definitely be a disaster for our family."
Hearing our mother say this, my sister, Nora Parker, immediately let out a weak cry.
"Noah, my hands and feet have just grown out, please don't bite me."
"I finally made it to Mom's side, please ...."
Delila suddenly felt as if facing an enemy and said to her husband, "Terrifying, this little bitch's jealousy is absolutely terrifying."
"Honey, you don't know, she's trying to kill our precious daughter!"
Seeing she was getting increasingly agitated, Pieter quickly tried to calm her down. "Honey, calm down."
"I didn't hear anything. You must be under too much prenatal stress."
She was so anxious that she was crying and shouting.
"My precious daughter, shes the one I prayed for ten years, the one I sincerely begged for."
"She chose me to be her mother, so I can hear her heart's voice."
"A master predicted I was destined to have no offspring in this life and conceiving twins must be some kind of fishy."
"So, my precious baby is here to repay a debt of gratitude and her wicked sister is here to avenge a past life's grudge!"
Looking at my father half-believing and not understanding, my mother rushed into the kitchen, clutching her stomach.
Her eyes were filled with a fierce glint.
After glancing around the kitchen, she suddenly grabbed a silver fork. Then, aiming at my belly, she gestured with it over where I was sleeping.
"Good girl, tell me."
"If I stabbed that little bitch from this position, will she die?"
I froze instantly, too afraid to move.
One seeking revenge, the other repaying a debt of gratitude.
The master was indeed right. It was just that Delila was blinded by fate and made the wrong choice.
Seeing the situation was wrong, Pieter quickly rushed over to stop it.
"Even if you don't like your other daughter, you shouldn't act so impulsively."
Think about your beloved baby. What if you hurt her? Her hand trembled and the fork fell to the ground with a clatter.
She clutched her belly, muttering to herself. "Don't be afraid, baby. As long as I'm here, that bitch won't dare to bully you."
She turned on the stove to its highest setting and began stir-frying coarse salt.
I was jolted awake from sleep, wraggling around in a frenzy as the scorching salt packet burns through the layer of flesh.

Delila's umbilical cord nourished me, but bound me at the same time.
She smiled with satisfaction as she felt my intense struggle and kicks. "You little bitch, I bet I can teach you a lesson!"
"If you ever bully my precious daughter again, I'll punish you this way!"
Seeing me disappear without a trace, she went to the hospital for her prenatal checkup, satisfied.
In the 4D ultrasound room.
For the first time, Delila clearly saw my face and heard my heartbeat. She stared intently at the screen, lost in thought.
Pieter spoke softly, "You dislike this child the most, yet she looks most like you."
She instinctively raised her hand and reached to where I was. And I couldn't help but reach out my hand too. I wanted to touch her one last time.
Feeling my palm, she jerked her hand back as if electrocuted and spoke to Pieter, "Anyway, we can't hit this little bitch and we can't get rid of her."
"Come with me to the mall and buy some baby supplies for her later."
Just as Delila's words fell, Nora started her own drama again.
"Noah, why did you wrap my neck with the umbilical cord?"
"Help! I'm suffocating!"
Delila froze, then heard the doctor calmly speak, "The smaller baby is completely obscured by the larger one. We can't see her hands or feet."
"The larger baby has umbilical cord wrapped around her neck twice. Just monitor the fetal heartbeat during regular checkups, no need to be overly worry."
The doctor was about to change angles to examine the baby more closely. But, the next moment, they found Nora's hands and feet eaten by me.
Delila suddenly sprang up from the bed. "That bitch is trying to strangle my precious baby with the umbilical cord!"
"Doctor Trent, I want to have a selective reduction procedure, now!"
The doctor, Edward Trent, halted his actions, his eyes filled with confusion and disapproval. "Currently, both the mother and the two fetuses are doing very well."
"No hospital would support this kind of induced abortion surgery for a late-term pregnancy without a valid reason."
Hearing these words, my mother's face was filled with resentment.
"It's okay if I don't have an induced abortion."
"Then you should perform the surgery to reduce the amount of umbilical cord nutrition I give to that bitch."
The doctor patiently advised her. "I suggest you not to do that."
"Life follows its own laws and the strength of multiple births is determined by genes."
"We will only intervene if the condition of the other fetus is critical."
Seeing no one to support her, she suddenly broke down and hysterically yelled at Edward. "You think it's fine because you can't hear my baby's cries!"
"That bitch takes advantage of her ruthlessness to bully my baby!"
"If you won't perform the surgery, my baby Nora will be killed by her!"
"If anything happens to my baby, I'd rather die with her than let that bitch be born!"
Looking at her stubbornness, Edward had no other choice to follow her idea.
Before carrying into the operating room, a triumphant smile appeared on her face. "Good girl, you'll grow up to be great."
A few moments later after the surgery.
My body was getting weaker and weaker and I was conscious for less and less time, while I sensed Nora was becoming more and more active.
Delila's mood and spirits had improved significantly.
When she stroked her belly, her face once again showed maternal love.
"Dear, as long as you're born safely, I'm willing to pay any price." Nora sweetly replied, "Mommy, we can meet in just two weeks."

Something came to her mind and suddenly she asked stiffly, "Is your worthless sister ... still alive?"
I felt her slightest bit of concern for me. But Nora suddenly kicked me hard and I jumped up in pain.
Then I heard her say to our mother, "Don't worry, Mom, she's living better than me."
"Even with reduced umbilical cord nutrition, she's still very strong."
Delila felt my sudden, violent fetal movement. With a cold snort, she said, "Just as I thought, a real troublemaker, so tough."
She was in pain from my sister's kick, struggling to get up with a big belly. But a leg cramp caused her to fall forward.
In the split second before she landed, she instinctively turned to the side -- to the place where I was.
The huge impact knocked me unconscious.
Pieter was immediately panic and worried to see his wife fall. "Honey, let me go with you to the hospital for a checkup," he said. Delila, however, didn't take it seriously.
"No, there's no need to go to the hospital as long as Nora is okay."
I felt her gently shaking me in a daze and she muttered. "Why hasn't that little bitch moved for so long?"
Realizing her own unconscious worry and concern for me, her face paled and she immediately changed her tone. "The fetal heartbeat is so low, won't it hurt my precious baby?"
"No, I have to go to the hospital right away!"
"If anything happens to the baby, it's still possible to have an emergency caesarean-section!"
Worried the prenatal checkup would reveal my imperfect body, Nora began kicking and beating in her mother's womb wildly, disregarding her mother's safety.
She, at the same time, pitifully said, "Noah, mommy fell on your place to protect me."
"If you're angry, just kill me! Please don't hurt mommy!"
Delila was in so much pain that her face turned pale and she was drenched in sweat.
"No wonder that little bitch was so well-behaved today, she was planning to kill me and Nora," Delila said as she rubbed her belly hard, as if she had made up her mind.
"The doctor said that fetal reduction is not possible if both the mother and fetus are healthy."
"What if I'm not healthy?"
She knew she was allergic to mangoes, yet she still bought ten boxes of mangoes.
When she ate the first one, I was already having trouble breathing.
I gently touched my mother, my heart aching. I wanted to tell her not to hurt herself.
But Nora, suppressing her excitement, urged her with ill intent.
"Mom, don't eat anymore. Noah seems a bit unwell."
Delila was startled, realizing I had inherited her allergy.
"Dear, don't be so soft-hearted."
"Since that bitch insists on forcing me to choose one, I'm willing to trade her death for your safe birth."
Seeing my mother's resolute self-harm, I completely lost my will to live.
"Mom, stop eating. I'm leaving now."
Her hand, holding the mango, suddenly froze. Though she couldn't hear my thoughts, she seemed to sense them.
It felt as if a piece of my soul had been ripped away.
As luck would have it, Pieter discovered it in time and took his wife to the hospital.
"Her allergy was very severe, but many medications were unsuitable, so she could only receive conservative treatment."
"As for the fetus, if it inherited the allergen, it would have an impact, if not, it's fine."
Delila immediately insisted on checking the baby's heartbeat, saying, "I need to make sure the baby's okay and also check if that wretched thing is dead."
Upon learning that my heartbeat was only weak, she was furious.
"You're such a nasty thing! You still haven't died from all this!" She cursed at me while secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
Little did she know, I had already allowed my sister to devour my internal organs and brain.
Slowly died in the womb.
That night, I said a simple goodbye to my mother in her dream, "Goodbye, Mom."
The moment she saw me dissolve into scattered starlight before her eyes, she suddenly jolted awake from her dream and a tear fell down from her eyes.
"You little bitch, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"To make me feel sorry for you, so you could get more nutrients and bully Nora?"
Due to excessive emotions, she went into premature labor.
In the delivery room, the doctor brought Nora to her side and said, "Congratulations, you've had a baby girl."
As if struck by lightning, she was stunned and stammered. "But, Doctor, I-I'm having twins."
"Please do another check, is there still one more baby that hasn't been born yet?
The doctors exchanged glances and instinctively parted to make room.
Soon, she finally saw me lying quietly on the operating table -- only one skin remained after being devoured by my sister.

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