Part 2My Daughter Wants to Be Born into a Rich Family

I knew that voice.

It was my daughter, Stella’s, voice!

“Ugh, my last life was such a nightmare, being born to those broke losers. I couldn’t even afford a new skin for my game characters.”

“This time, I’m going to live it up!”

“I’m telling you, even a rich woman’s womb is different. It’s so much more comfortable in here than it was in that other one!”

I frantically scanned the crowded hallway, trying to find the source of the voice. My eyes landed on a woman walking toward me.

The voice was coming from her belly.

And the woman was the very same “Sophia” Stella had mentioned—Sophia Sterling, the wife of my husband David’s boss.

In my previous life, Stella had gone to work with David once. She’d come home in a rage, slamming doors and screaming at us. “Why aren’t you rich? Why are you so pathetic! Look at Mr. Sterling, look at Sophia, look at their son! Look at the life they live, and then look at mine! You’re such failures!”

At the time, we thought it was just teenage angst. Now I understood. She had seen their wealth, and it had filled her with a toxic, burning envy.

And in this life, she had actually been reborn in Sophia’s womb.

And somehow, I could hear her thoughts.

Sophia, holding her own test results, was heading toward the VIP clinic. As she passed, her belly was turned directly toward me.

I quickly looked down.

“Whoa, who’s this? Is that my broke-ass mom from my last life? Oh my god, look at what she’s wearing. Now look at what my mom is wearing. It’s like night and day!”

“The reek of poverty is literally choking me.”

“Looks like she’s pregnant too. Does she actually think I’m in there? Hah! As if. A phoenix doesn’t nest in a chicken coop. Get lost, loser!”

The obnoxious voice faded as Sophia walked past. She hadn’t noticed me. Only when she was gone did I dare to look up.

My hand drifted to my own belly.

If Stella was in Sophia’s womb… then who was in mine?

Could it be him?

That poor, tragic little boy?

A slow smile spread across my face. Oh, Stella. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. Being a rich kid isn’t as easy as you think.