After my 99th blind date with yet another freak, my best friend Chloe and I decided to ditch the men and keep the babies. She chose the sperm of a highly educated PhD, and I chose the sperm of an eight-country mixed-blood donor. After the babies were born, the PhD donor developed low sperm count and wanted to marry Chloe. She agreed. Watching me go to prenatal checkups alone, Chloe hugged her husband and mocked me. "You're born to be a widow; no one wants to marry you. My husband just started a key national project; his future is limitless!" Unexpectedly, my baby's father turned out to be a Dubai prince who took me back to be his princess. The heavy jewelry I wore weighed me down. Seeing the yacht I posted on social media, she suddenly came crying to me. "My husband's project was suddenly suspended for some reason. We can't even afford milk powder for the baby." She wanted to reconcile with me and let her child call me godmother. But the moment I stepped into her house, she hacked me to death with a chainsaw. "Why is your life better than mine? Just because you chose better sperm?!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Chloe and I discussed "ditching the father, keeping the baby." 1 "Sarah, what's good about getting married! Let's just have the babies and be the queens of our own lives!" My best friend, Chloe, shook me excitedly. In a trance, I looked around at the familiar laboratory and realized I had been reborn. Because I had encountered weirdos on blind dates so many times, Chloe and I decided to come to a private clinic to select high-quality sperm for IVF. Chloe's sharp voice continued to ring in my ears, urging me constantly: "Sarah, look, here's sperm from a PhD graduate from Ivy League schools. The baby will definitely be smart. You should choose this one!" Immediately after, she couldn't wait to point to the information next to it labeled "Eight-Country Mixed-Blood" and said: "I'm all about looks. I love mixed babies. Sarah, you can't fight me for this one!" In an instant, I was certain she had been reborn too, wanting to snatch the Dubai prince's genes first. Chloe put on a facade of looking out for me: "This PhD donor obviously has good genes. You'd be losing out if you didn't pick him." Completely different rhetoric from her past life. I looked at her and nodded slowly. The moment I nodded, Chloe's eyes lit up, her voice urgent and excited. "Then don't you regret it!" What was there to regret? She was desperately persuading me to choose the sperm of the PhD, Dr. Liam Davis, simply because she wanted to go to Dubai to be a princess and live a life of luxury herself. In her past life, she said she wanted her child to be a high-IQ prodigy and chose Liam's sperm first. Later, he developed a low sperm count and sought her out for marriage. When they held their wedding, I went to give a gift with my big belly, but she shut me out. Chloe was as arrogant as a peacock, looking me up and down with contempt, finally covering her mouth and snickering. "Ditching the father and keeping the baby—only you live in a fairy tale world. I'm going to rise in status because of my son!" "My husband was selected by the national team to lead an aerospace project! As for you, 'eight-country mixed-blood' sounds nice, but ugly truth is it's just a mutt. Who knows if there's Black blood in there!" Unexpectedly, a month after the wedding, I received an invitation made of solid gold. A white butler, six-foot-two, personally handed the invitation to me and said in fluent English: "Beautiful lady, the Prince knows you are carrying his child and wants to bring you to Dubai to marry him!" Only then did I know that the sperm I chose belonged to a Dubai prince. And after I went to Dubai, Chloe started frequently complaining about her life on social media. About some female PhD who didn't know her place and insisted on being a seductress to hook up with her husband. She posted photos and videos of herself staking out the lab every day. Later, there were posts about her beating up the female PhD, who didn't fight back because she was pregnant, and Chloe smugly thought it was because the other woman felt guilty. It was said that the project fell through because of Chloe's unreasonable behavior, but she showed no remorse, instead feeling that her husband was incompetent. Mutual friends told me about their frequent quarrels. Later, because everyone knew about Chloe's temper, no projects dared to approach Liam again, so he remained unemployed at home for a long time. After the child was born, everything required money. Liam had no job, and Chloe was originally aiming for a life of leisure, so she certainly wouldn't share the household expenses. The couple argued every two days and had a big fight every three days. Liam started staying out all night frequently. Meanwhile, I often posted about royal gatherings, luxury cruises, and the pigeon-egg-sized diamond ring on my finger. So, in this rebirth, she didn't hesitate to choose the Dubai prince's sperm and persuade me to choose Liam's. I pretended to know nothing, asking innocently: "But this eight-country mixed-blood doesn't even specify where the mix comes from. What if the genes aren't good?" Seeing that I had already signed, Chloe immediately interrupted me fiercely: "That's none of your business. My son will definitely be a royal heir in the future. As for you, maybe your child won't even have money for milk powder!" I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. 2 Between a promising PhD with a genius son and a violent father-son duo with super-male syndrome (XYY syndrome), any fool knows who to choose! I wonder if Chloe will still be able to smile when she's locked in a cage with a lion! In my past life, I was indeed taken back to the Dubai royal family. But that man, big and burly, threw me into the room on the spot and forcibly humiliated me. As soon as I resisted, he punched and kicked me. My body was covered in wounds, big and small. Because their women's clothes covered everything tightly, outsiders couldn't see. Even sitting on a chair was excruciatingly painful. Because he had the super-male gene, he couldn't control his temper at all. Those expensive, beautiful, but heavy decorations in the room had all been thrown at my head by him. I often stepped onto the edge of death due to excessive blood loss, only to be healed by their advanced medical technology, over and over again. Even when I was pregnant, he would force himself on me. I had no one to turn to for help. Everyone looked at me like I was a slave. As for that eight-country mixed-blood child. I had already received the prenatal report before going abroad. He was not only a super-male but a super-male chimera, born to be a menace to society. The Dubai royal family didn't allow me to abort. While still in my womb, he would kick my thin uterus hard, keeping me awake all night. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shiver. Confirming the procedure would take place in a few days, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, repeatedly stroking the signed confirmation form for IVF, her eyes full of schadenfreude. " 'Highly educated PhD' might just sound nice. Be careful you don't encounter a useless loser who knows nothing. The child might turn out to be a fool too!" I didn't react to her provocation at all; instead, I smiled kindly at her. "I heard that too much mixing can lead to mental illnesses. Chloe, you have to be careful." Chloe always struck first, thinking that a rebirth could change her destiny. 3 Actually, she didn't understand at all. What's important isn't the choice, but one's own ability. Hearing my words, Chloe turned red, stomped her foot in anger, and pointed a trembling finger at me. "Just you wait and see whose child has worse genes!" Half a month after our IVF procedure, Liam was diagnosed with low sperm count, just like in the previous life, and found my home through the donor information. The man wore a well-fitted suit, handsome with bright eyes, smelling pleasantly of cedar. His voice was as gentle and melodious as a mountain spring: "Is this Ms. Sarah Williams?" While I was dazed for a moment, his ears slowly turned red, and he spoke somewhat flusteredly: "It might be a bit sudden, but could you please marry me?" "I won't interfere with you after marriage..." "Okay, I agree. Shall we go get the license now?" Stunned by my frankness, Liam looked at me at a loss. Chloe's laughter came from the phone. I was on a voice call with her just now. Chloe knew Liam would come today and couldn't wait for me to taste the pain she suffered in her past life. "Hahahaha, Sarah, you're in such a rush to marry! True, with that unmaintained face of yours, you definitely wouldn't be able to marry if you waited a few more years!" "When you get married, I'll definitely give you a big red envelope. After all, you won't have many good days left!" Hearing the sharp, mocking female voice on the phone, Liam frowned subconsciously and retorted softly: "I won't let you suffer..." But he was interrupted by Chloe. Her words were even meaner. "What good ending can two poor people have? Probably can't even afford to raise a child, just arguing every day and living on welfare!" I hung up the phone directly, smiled slightly at Liam, my tone very firm. "I believe we won't become what she said, absolutely not!" 4 We booked an auspicious day, took our household registration books, and got the marriage license. The wedding was set for half a month later. Liam accompanied me to choose the wedding dress and book the banquet, never absent for a moment. Looking at the man in front of me, I felt only relief. Isn't a considerate, gentle husband who respects women better than a super-male freak? Chloe sent me a lot of provocative messages these days, all saying I married a useless man. But the poverty in her past life was actually all Chloe's own doing. If that project had proceeded normally, Liam would have become the youngest authoritative expert in the world. His annual salary could easily reach millions. But Chloe's pathological possessiveness blocked Liam's future. She insisted on going to the lab to make noise and trouble, making those big shots unwilling to work with Liam. Thinking of this, I spoke very understandingly: "If you have project work to do, I can handle these things alone." A flash of emotion crossed Liam's eyes. He suddenly knelt on one knee and took out a ring. The diamond on the ring wasn't big, but it was my favorite sky blue. Like a clear blue sky without clouds, making one feel happy at a glance. "It was abrupt a few days ago, so I wanted to make it up to you with a proposal." "Sarah, will you marry me?" I nodded with a smile, raising my hand to let him put the ring that belonged to me on my finger. It couldn't compare to the pigeon egg in Dubai, but my heart was filled with warmth. There, I would only be a tool for the royal family to show off their wealth. A slap, then a sweet date. For every piece of jewelry, there was a scar on my body. For amusement, they even locked me, eight months pregnant, in a cage with a lioness and poured perfume that felines love on me. So, Chloe, you didn't want sincere love without a price, you insisted on looking for suffering.
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