Part 1Rebirth In The Womb For My Mothers Revenge

The night I woke up back inside my mother's womb, Grant Harrington was choking her, his voice a low, vicious snarl.

“Whose bastard is this?”

Beside him, Delilah Stone—his untouched, golden-girl ideal—stood with a hand resting softly on her own swollen belly, her voice a fragile whisper.

“Grant, please, don’t blame Jules…”

In the last life, he believed Delilah’s fake paternity test. He drove my mother to suicide the day after I was born and snatched my custody. He let his illegitimate son, the one Delilah bore, terrorize and bully me. On my eighteenth birthday, that boy drugged me, took humiliating photos, and threw me off a high-rise. I died a horrible death.

This time, I’d spent a century's worth of accrued merit to grant my bastard father a "Clairvoyance of Paternity." Seven days from now, the grotesque new sight would activate.

It would let him see the biological father of every child he looked at.

…

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Grant snatched his hands away. My mother slammed hard onto the floor.

She clutched her stomach, her face bone-white, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.

Delilah walked over, looking down at my mother with an expression of feigned pity.

“Grant, even if Jules won’t admit it, the solution is simple. An amniocentesis will reveal the truth.”

“No… no penetration…”

My mother struggled to sit up, her voice a desperate shake.

“It’s too dangerous, the baby might…”

“A bastard? It’s better off flushed down the drain!” Grant cut her off, his eyes arctic cold.

My mother tried to plead again, but I timed it perfectly, yanking hard on the umbilical cord.

Her body instantly seized up, and she began to dry-heave, violently.

Grant wrinkled his nose in disgust and motioned impatiently to the housekeeper.

“Get her upstairs and out of my sight. Now.”

The door shut behind them, and my mother collapsed onto the edge of the bed, her shoulders heaving with silent, agonizing sobs.

Suddenly, a tiny, high-pitched voice broke the silence.

“Mama.”

My mother stiffened, sitting bolt upright. She instinctively shielded her belly.

“Who?! Who said that?”

“It’s me! Your little baby inside!” I kicked my leg, letting her feel my presence.

“Baby? You… how can you…?”

She was incoherent, her hands tightening on her abdomen. Then, she broke down, tears gushing out.

“I’m so sorry, my baby. Your mother is useless. I can’t protect you… If anything happens to you because of that test, I won’t live, either…”

“Don’t be scared, Mama. Just do exactly as I tell you, and you only need to hold on for seven days.”

“Seven days?”

“Yes. After seven days, Grant Harrington will get a special… ability. He’ll see exactly who’s carrying a bastard, and who’s not.”

I wriggled inside her womb.

“Trust me, Mama. Grant’s retribution is coming. He might even end up on his knees begging you.”

My mother stopped crying, biting down on her lower lip until she tasted blood.

She pressed her hands tightly against her belly.

“Okay.” Her voice was raw and hoarse. “Mama will do everything you say. I’ll hold on for these seven days.”

The next morning, my mother found Grant.

“I agree to the amniocentesis.”