Twice-Lived, Double-Souled
Suddenly, a cold voice erupted in my head, out of nowhere.
The baby in your belly isn't your husband's. It's his and that other woman's.
I snapped my head up and looked around. In the department, there were only the doctor and nurses; nobody said a word.
"Don't bother looking, only you can hear me." That voice came again, with a strange, chilling certainty.
My heart was pounding wildly, and my fingertips started to go numb.
My husband and that woman? They might be close, but how could that be...
"If you don't believe me, go ask, or just get rid of the baby to avoid future shame." The voice kept playing tricks on me.
My mind was a total mess; I couldn't think straight at all.
That afternoon, I snuck into the abortion procedure room all by myself, without telling my husband.
Lying on that cold operating table, I kept replaying what that voice said—I didn't hesitate for a second.
On the fifth day after the surgery, I was tidying up at home and accidentally saw my husband's phone.
His chat history with his female friend stopped about two weeks ago, and it was all work talk—no flirting or anything shady.
I froze, a chill creeping up from the soles of my feet.
Just then, my husband pushed open the door. Seeing me holding his phone and my pale face, he instantly understood what was going on.
"Are you sure you didn't misunderstand something?" He rushed over, his voice thick with panic.
"The baby..." I opened my mouth, my voice husky, "I had an abortion."
My husband's eyes instantly turned red. He grabbed my shoulders so hard it felt like he might crush my bones.
"Why would you do that? We've been waiting for this baby for so long!"
"I heard a voice... saying the baby isn't yours." I kept my head down, too afraid to look him in the eyes.
"A voice? What voice?" His voice was filled with disbelief, "Do you know that because you suddenly went for an abortion, the company lost their order worth several billion? They think our family is unstable and refused to cooperate!"
I suddenly looked up, my heart pounding like it'd been hit with a heavy hammer.
An order worth several billion? Just because of one mistake I made, it's gone?
The days that followed felt like a nightmare.
People at work were pointing fingers at me, and online there were nonstop insults—calling me crazy, saying I ruined my husband's career and even killed my own child.
My husband moved into the company and never came back home.
A month later, the divorce papers were left right in front of me.
"I can't live with you anymore." There wasn't a single bit of warmth in his voice.
I signed the papers, watching him turn and walk away, his back cold and decided.
That night, I stood on the balcony, the darkness stretching endlessly below me.
The voice in my head kept mocking me: "See? You've lost everything."
I closed my eyes and jumped.
The wind roared past my ears, and in the last moment before I lost consciousness, I had just one thought: if I could do it all over again, I definitely wouldn't believe that voice.
The moment I caught the scent of disinfectant again, I snapped my eyes open.
The chair in the prenatal checkup department, the doctor's back as he wrote in the medical record — everything was exactly the same as the first time I heard that voice.
My heart was pounding wildly, and I instinctively touched my belly—still flat, not showing yet, but I knew the baby was still there.
"The baby in your belly isn't your husband's. It's his and that other woman's."
That familiar cold voice echoed again in my mind.
This time, I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to stay calm.
I was reborn. I really was reborn!
"Don't pretend you can't hear me. You know what I'm saying is true." The voice wouldn't let up.
I ignored it, stood up, grabbed the pregnancy test result, and hurried out of the department.
As soon as I stepped out the hospital door, I immediately called my husband.
"Hey, are you busy right now?" I tried to keep my voice sounding normal.
"Not busy, just finished a meeting. What's up?" My husband's voice came through, with a hint of concern.
"I want to... I want to do a DNA test, just to confirm if the baby is really yours." I hesitated for a moment, but I said it anyway.
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then my husband said, "Did something happen? Why do you suddenly want to do this?"
"It's nothing, just... I'm a bit worried, want some peace of mind." I didn't dare mention the voice in my head, afraid he'd think I was crazy like last time.
"Okay, I'll go with you." My husband didn't ask any questions—he just agreed right away.
Two days later, the DNA test results came back.
The report clearly stated: the chance of excluding the biological father was 0%, confirming the parent-child relationship.
I held the report in my hands, and tears instantly started streaming down.
My husband gently hugged me. "See? You can relax now. Don't let your mind run wild."
"Yeah." I leaned into his arms, feeling the heavy weight in my heart finally lift.
But then, suddenly, I felt dizzy—everything went black, and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, I realized I was lying on an operating table, surrounded by doctors and nurses in scrubs.
"We're about to start the surgery." A doctor's voice rang out.
Surgery? What surgery?
I suddenly struggled up, shouting, "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Ma'am, please calm down. You're the one who asked for the abortion procedure." A nurse gripped my arm, her tone resigned.
My head was buzzing—how could this be? I was sure the baby was my husband's, so why was I here for an abortion?
"I didn't! I never asked for an abortion!" I shouted, struggling desperately.
Right then, my husband rushed in, and as soon as he saw me on the operating table, his face drained.
"What's going on? Who told you to operate on her?" He hurried over to the operating table and helped me sit up.
"This lady signed the consent form herself, saying she wanted to abort the baby." The doctor handed me a consent form.
I stared at my signature on the form—no doubt it was mine, but I had no memory of ever signing it.
"I didn't sign this..." My voice shook as a cold wave of fear hit me.
My husband frowned and pulled me off the operating table. "No matter what, the surgery can't happen."
After we left the hospital, my husband took me to the psychiatric ward.
"I feel like you haven't been yourself lately. It's better to have a doctor check you out." His voice was filled with worry.
The psychiatrist ran a series of tests on me and finally said, "All the indicators are normal. There's no sign of any mental illness."
My husband and I were both stunned.
No mental illness? Then why did I suddenly pass out and sign an abortion consent form?
Doubt hovered over me like a thick fog.
After leaving the psych ward, I sat alone in the car, watching the scenery rush by outside the window, my head spinning with chaos.
"So, what exactly happened?" My husband's voice cut through the silence.
I took a deep breath and told him everything—about hearing that voice after my rebirth, the DNA test, and waking up in the operating room after being unconscious.
When I finished, I nervously looked at him, afraid he wouldn't believe me.
He was quiet for a long moment, then took my hand and said, "I believe you."
I snapped my head up, my eyes wide with shock.
"Whether it's rebirth or that strange voice, I believe you." He looked into my eyes, voice so serious, "I was wrong before, not paying enough attention to you, which made you suffer so much."
Tears flooded my eyes instantly. I leaned on his shoulder, the emotions I'd been holding back finally breaking free.
"I'm so scared. I'm afraid I'll mess up again like last time and end up hurting you and the baby."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here with you." My husband gently rubbed my back, "No matter what happens from now on, we'll face it together."
When I got home, I didn't dare go out. I just stayed in my room all day, terrified I'd lose control again.
Every day after work, my husband would tell me about stuff at the company, take me for walks, and try to calm me down.
One day, he came home holding a contract.
"Look, the company just landed that order worth several billion." He smiled and handed it to me.
I stared at the signature on the contract, and finally felt a huge weight lift off my chest.
"That's amazing." I couldn't help wrapping my arms around him.
"From now on, those crazy suspicions won't mess with my work anymore." My husband reached out and gently touched my head.
Day by day, my belly grew bigger, and my mood settled down a lot.
Every morning, I'd put my hand on my belly and talk to the baby.
"Baby, you have to grow up healthy. Mommy will definitely protect you."
My husband often leaned over my belly, listening for the baby's movements.
"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. If it's a girl, she'll definitely be as beautiful as you." He said with a smile.
Looking at my husband's gentle profile, my heart filled with happiness.
With this second chance at life, I finally held onto the happiness I deserved—though the hidden danger in my body still hadn't been dealt with.
I know, beneath this calm life there might still be danger lurking, but as long as my husband's by my side, I have the courage to face anything.
My husband's company was hosting a dinner party, and he insisted on taking me along, saying I should get out more and relax.
"Come on, just think of it as keeping me company. Besides, it'll show everyone that my wife's doing great now." He grabbed my hand, his voice full of pleading.
I hesitated for a moment but ended up agreeing.
The dinner was at a five-star hotel, filled with the scent of perfume and the shimmer of elegant people, glasses clinking everywhere.
My husband introduced me to a few partners from the company; everyone was really warm, and no one brought up the past anymore.
I gradually relaxed, holding a glass of juice, standing in the corner watching the lively crowd.
Just then, a man in a suit walked over—it was Mr. Wilson, the client who canceled the deal because of my abortion.
"So, you must be Mr. Lewis's wife, right?" Mr. Wilson had a mechanical smile, but there was something odd in his eyes.
I nodded silently.
"I heard Mrs. Lewis wasn't feeling well before, but you look much better now." Mr. Wilson's tone carried a barely noticeable hint of mockery.
I gripped the cup tightly, feeling a little uneasy inside.
"Thanks for asking, I'm fine now." I tried to keep my voice steady.
But right then, the voice in my head spoke up again: "He's mocking you, looking down on you. You should teach him a lesson!"
I shook my head hard, trying to shake off the voice.
"Mrs. Lewis, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow at me.
"Don't push me too far!" I suddenly lost control, grabbed the juice, and splashed it in Mr. Wilson's face.
Juice ran down Mr. Wilson's cheek, soaking a big patch on his suit.
The whole room instantly fell silent, everyone's eyes locked on me.
My husband hurried over, grabbing my hand. "What are you doing?"
"He's mocking me!" I pointed at Mr. Wilson, my voice shaking with anger.
Mr. Wilson wiped the juice from his face, his expression darkening. "Mrs. Lewis, what are you doing? I was just trying to care for you!"
"Care for me? I think you just want to watch me fail!" I tried to rush forward, but my husband held me tight.
"Sorry, Mr. Wilson, my wife's been a bit unstable lately. I'm taking her out for now." My husband apologized as he pulled me toward the hotel exit.
Once we stepped outside, the cold wind hit me and I finally came to my senses.
What did I just do?
I actually spilled juice all over Mr. Wilson in such an important moment, right in front of everyone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. That voice came back again, it made me do it." I kept my head down, my voice heavy with guilt.
My husband sighed, no blame in his voice: "I know, it's not your fault. I'll apologize to Mr. Wilson tomorrow and see if I can fix this."
After I got home, I didn't sleep a wink all night.
I knew this couldn't keep up; that voice was like a ticking time bomb, and I had no clue when it'd explode again.
The next morning, I told my husband, "I think I should see a psychologist."
He nodded right away, "Okay, I'll find you the best psychologist."
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