Four months pregnant. My husband, an OB/GYN, took me to get my prenatal results. His smile froze when he saw the report. He grabbed my arm, steel grip dragging me toward the abortion clinic. I stood stunned—my doctor had just said the baby was healthy. I pulled free. "Why?" He ignored me, already scheduling the procedure. When I tried to run, he hissed, "This baby cannot be born." I called my parents—both OB/GYNs. My doting father raised a fist at my belly. My mother trembled. "No… not like this." Then, coldly: "Lock her in with men." I didn’t understand. They dragged me to a dark room. Blood pooled between my legs—my baby was gone. Later, my mother smiled brightly. I screamed, demanding answers. She had me committed. I was tortured to death. When I opened my eyes—I was back on test day. … My husband, Leo, beamed at me. "Our first child, sweetheart. I can't wait for the day he's born." "Come on, honey, let's go before the hospital gets too crowded." His voice jolted me back to the present. I touched my slightly rounded belly and knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I had been reborn. And I had been reborn on the exact day I was to receive my prenatal report. In my previous life, Leo had been the perfect, attentive husband from the moment I told him I was pregnant. He bought something new for the baby every single day and had already compiled a list of over a hundred names. Even though I was getting my check-ups at the very hospital where he worked, he would take the day off just to be with me. His excitement for this child was palpable. At four months, we went for our routine scan. The doctor told us the baby was healthy, that the risk for Down syndrome was nonexistent. Leo, being an OB/GYN himself, glanced at the report. His smile vanished. His face contorted in a rictus of horror. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the abortion scheduling desk. I dug in my heels, yanking my hand away. "Leo, the doctor said the baby is fine! Why do you want to terminate?" He ignored me, his fingers flying across his phone screen, booking the procedure. I tried to snatch the phone from him. His breathing grew ragged, his eyes bloodshot. He roared at me, his voice a raw, guttural thing. "Iris, this baby cannot be born!" His violence terrified me. My heart hammered against my ribs, my legs turning to jelly. While he was busy with the paperwork, I sent a frantic message to my parents. They arrived quickly. But when Leo saw them, he didn't look worried. A small, strange smile played on his lips. I shrank into my mother's arms. My father strode up to Leo and punched him square in the face. "The baby is healthy! Why are you forcing an abortion?" Leo didn't say a word. He just handed the report to my father. The anger on my father’s face melted into pure terror. His eyes widened, his hands trembling as he held the single sheet of paper. Then, he raised his fist and lunged for my stomach. My mother threw herself in front of me. The blow landed on her back. "Are you insane?!" she shrieked. "That's your grandson in there!" My father let out a cold, humorless laugh and shoved the report at my mother. My mother, who had just been protecting me, looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her face went deathly pale. She pushed me away from her, shaking her head violently. "No… no, this can't be." I knew then that something was terribly wrong with the report. "Mom, what is it? What's wrong with my baby?" She didn't answer, lost in her own storm of emotion. "This won't work!" she said, grabbing my father's arm. "It's too public here. I have an idea." "Find some men. Put them with Iris." I stood frozen, a cold numbness spreading through me. I couldn't understand how a single piece of paper could change them all so completely. What was on it? Why wouldn't anyone tell me? My parents started to lead me away. I turned and ran, but my father's grip was like a vise. I sobbed, begging them to let me go, begging them to just tell me the truth. They forced me into a car, stuffing a gag in my mouth. They locked me in a small, dark room with five naked men. I was paralyzed with fear, pounding on the door, screaming for them to let me out. But there was no answer. The men dragged me to the floor. Any resistance was met with blows. The baby became a pool of blood that dried on the filthy floor. A week later, my parents and Leo came for me. My mother smiled. "Iris, we're going home." I laughed, a broken, hollow sound. How could she pretend nothing had happened? I screamed at them, my voice raw. "Why? Why did you do this to me?!" My mother's face hardened. My father slapped me. "You ungrateful bitch!" I was stunned into silence. My mother’s eyes were cold and sharp. "Iris has lost her mind. We should take her to a psychiatric hospital." From the day I was committed, Leo sent people to torture me every day. The man who had once loved me so deeply now wanted nothing more than to see me dead. Three months later, I died. And I still didn't know why that single piece of paper had made them all want to kill me. The terror of my past life washed over me. I placed a hand on my still-warm belly. I took a deep breath. This time, I would find out what happened. … At the hospital, I made sure I was the first to get the report. Even after the doctor confirmed the baby was healthy, I took it from her hands immediately. If Leo doesn't see it, I thought, nothing will happen. But as soon as we left the doctor's office, he asked for it, just like before. My heart pounded, but I forced a smile. "What do you want my report for?" He smiled back. "I'm the baby's father, and I'm an OB/GYN. It's perfectly normal for me to want to see it." "Your own professor just said the baby and I are fine. You don't trust her?" "It's not that. I just want to be informed so I can take better care of you." I deliberately tucked the report into my purse. "Well, today you're not seeing it." He thought I was being playful and went along with it. "Fine, fine. As long as you're healthy, that's all that matters." I smiled and linked my arm through his. "I'm just going to the restroom. We'll go home right after." I grabbed my purse and headed for the restroom. I had glanced at the report, but so quickly that I hadn't noticed anything unusual. I was going to study it in the stall, to find out what was so terrible that it could turn them all into monsters. But the moment I opened my purse in the restroom, my heart stopped. The report was gone. I rushed out and saw Leo down the hall, his face pale. The report that should have been in my bag was in his hand. He saw me and started walking towards me. I tried to run, but he grabbed my arm. His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze fixed on me. "Iris, this baby cannot be born. We're going to the clinic. Now." In my past life, I had never understood why my gentle, loving husband had transformed into a monster after seeing that report. The malice in his eyes was something I had never seen before. My body trembled, but this time, I was prepared. I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Help! Someone is trying to kill my baby!" The hospital corridor was crowded. My cry brought everything to a standstill. People turned to stare. Leo was taken aback. Then, I did something he never expected. I fell to my knees in front of him. "Husband, the doctor said the baby is healthy! Why are you making me have an abortion?" Leo gritted his teeth. "You bitch, shut your mouth!" he hissed. He tried to drag me away, but a few bystanders had already stepped forward. A man pulled him off me. "What do you think you're doing?!" "Oh my god, the baby is healthy and he wants to abort it? Does he not want to be a father?" "He didn't think about that when he was having his fun, did he?" "Forcing a pregnant woman to have an abortion is illegal! Someone call the police!" Leo's breathing was heavy, his jaw clenched, his eyes murderous. But surrounded by the crowd, he was powerless. I never thought he would do it, but he suddenly smiled at me, a cold, chilling smile, and dialed my parents. When they arrived, they saw us surrounded by a crowd. They knew something had happened. My mother rushed to my side, her touch making me flinch. The kind strangers explained what had happened. My father raised his hand to slap Leo, but before the blow could land, Leo held up the report. "Dad, don't look!" I tried to snatch it away. But my father was faster. He took one look at the paper. His eyes flickered. "Dad?" I whispered. When he looked at me again, his eyes were bloodshot. He slapped me across the face without a second's hesitation. "You animal! Leo is doing this for your own good!" I was devastated, but I forced myself to argue. "But the doctor said my baby is healthy!" "I'm an OB/GYN too! You dare to talk back to me?" He was about to punch my stomach when my mother threw herself in front of me, shielding me with her body. "Are you insane?! Your daughter is pregnant!" she roared at him. But my father just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You feel sorry for her? This bitch doesn't deserve to be our daughter!" "She doesn't deserve to be our child!" A wave of shock went through the crowd. People began to murmur, to point at my father. How could a father say such a thing to his own daughter? My mother was furious, but she knew my father, usually so gentle, must have a reason. She looked at the report in his hand. "Let me see that!" I tried to stop her, my eyes pleading. "Mom, the doctor said the baby is healthy. Please don't look." "Mom, if you don't believe me, you can go ask the doctor." I knew that if she saw the report, she would disown me too. She held me close, her voice soothing. "Don't worry, honey. Your father and Leo are probably just mistaken. They're not as experienced as me. I was the head of the department, remember? Trust me." I shook my head frantically. "No, Mom, please don't look. I trust you, but please, I'm begging you, don't look." But the more I tried to stop her, the more curious she became. Seeing that she was determined, I fell to my knees again. "Mom, if you look at this report, you'll stop loving me, just like they did." "Of course not, Iris. I've seen every kind of report in my career. And even if the baby isn't Leo's, I will always be on your side. You're the person I love most in this world." Her gentle gaze was so convincing. In the end, I couldn't stop her. The moment she saw the report, the warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp glint that made me tremble. Her face turned white, and she looked at me with a bitter, twisted smile. She wasn't as emotional as my father or Leo, and that, somehow, was even more terrifying. "It's alright, Iris," she said, her voice like ice. "The baby is fine. Get up. Let's go home." She said it was fine, but the hand she extended to me was shaking uncontrollably. She was suppressing a storm. "No, I'm not going home." I scrambled to my feet and backed away into the crowd. Her brow furrowed, her expression turning venomous. "Iris, what are you doing? You're pregnant. What if something happens to you out here?" They were closing in on me. I grabbed the clothes of two strangers, falling to my knees again. "Please, help me! I can't go back with them! They'll kill my baby!" The strangers hesitated. I was a pregnant woman, but I was also clearly emotionally unstable. And the people trying to take me were my family. But thankfully, someone spoke up. "She's pregnant and clearly distressed. You shouldn't force her." "Yes, what if you hurt the baby?" But my parents and Leo seemed deaf to their pleas, their faces contorted with rage as they advanced on me. "Iris, are you having a paranoid delusion?" "Come home with us! Stop causing a scene!" My parents tried to grab me, but a kind stranger stood in front of me. "We're in a hospital. A pregnant woman in her state should be seen by a doctor. It could affect the fetus." "We are doctors!" my father roared. "She doesn't need to see anyone else!" The kind stranger hesitated. In that moment of uncertainty, Leo pulled me out of the crowd, dragging me across the floor without a shred of compassion. The onlookers, no matter how kind, were not going to physically fight my family for me. But then, a hand stopped Leo. "Who told you you could drag a pregnant woman like that?" A police officer's sharp voice made Leo release me. My parents rushed to explain. "Officer, this is our daughter. She's… not well. We're taking her home." The officer looked at me with suspicion. I quickly denied it. "No! They want to kill my healthy baby!" The three of them froze, but their faces held a strange, triumphant smile. "If you don't believe me," I continued, "you can check the hospital's security cameras. They all want to kill my baby." The police had the hospital staff pull up the footage. After watching it, a female officer stood in front of me, shielding me. She turned to my family. "Why do you want to abort this healthy child?" My parents sneered. Leo just looked at me with cold indifference. "Forcing a pregnant woman to have an abortion is a crime!" the officer said sternly. Leo remained unfazed. I grabbed the officer's hand. "Let me see my prenatal report." They had all changed after seeing it. The truth had to be on that piece of paper. At the officer's request, Leo reluctantly handed it over. When I finally saw the report again, I understood. I finally understood why this child had to die.
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