I Followed My Unborn Baby's Plan

On the day I received my wife's prenatal checkup report, I suddenly heard the inner voice of the unborn baby in her belly. 'Daddy, Mommy is going to divorce you right after she gives birth to me! 'Since her first love is infertile, Mommy wants to give birth to a son so she can run away and live happily ever after with him!' Believing this without a shadow of a doubt, I resolutely chose to get a divorce. However, after the divorce, my health rapidly deteriorated day by day, and I was eventually diagnosed with terminal cancer. While undergoing chemotherapy at the hospital, I crossed paths with my ex-wife. Once again, I heard the voice of the baby still in her womb. 'Haha! In truth, Mommy never cheated on you at all! I lied to you!' Why did the baby lie? I couldn't understand it even up to the moment of my death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day my wife's prenatal checkup report came out. Chapter 1 "Mr. Wagner. Congratulations, you're going to be a father! The report shows that your wife is a little over two months pregnant! "From now on, make sure you take good care of her. Pregnant women tend to be emotionally sensitive, so they'll need extra care and support." The doctor's voice echoed in my ears. I, Steven Wagner, jerked my head up and stared at the report in the doctor's hand. Only then did I dare believe it. I had been reborn. The next second, I heard the thoughts of the baby growing inside my wife Cindy Stuart's womb. 'Dad, Mom's going to divorce you after I'm born!' Hearing the exact same voice I'd heard in my previous life sent a chill down my spine. The horrifying memories of dying alone in the hospital came flooding back. It left me trembling in fear. Before I could gather my thoughts, the baby spoke again. 'Mom's first love can't have children! That's why she married you. You're just a tool! 'Once I'm born, she'll divorce you, take me away, and live happily ever after with him!' In my previous life, after hearing those words, I hadn't questioned them for a second. I immediately asked my wife for a divorce. No matter how desperately she explained or begged me to stay, I believed every word the baby said. It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that I learned it had all been a lie. Why had the baby lied? This time, I was determined to find out. The doctor noticed how pale I'd become and asked with concern, "Mr. Wagner, are you alright? Is the news too overwhelming?" I looked at Cindy's still-flat stomach and asked thoughtfully, "Doctor, is this baby normal?" The doctor blinked in confusion. "Are you asking about the baby's health?" I recalled that in my previous life, Cindy and I got divorced because of this baby. If I chose not to have this baby, or if I simply ignored what the baby was saying, would Cindy and I have stayed together? At the very least, when I was diagnosed with cancer, would the woman I loved have still been by my side? If we didn't have this child in this life, would our ending be any different? So I nodded and said, "This pregnancy was unexpected. My wife and I aren't really prepared for it, and we're worried there might be complications. "If we were to terminate the–" "Steven, my stomach hurts!" Before I could finish, Cindy's face suddenly turned pale. She clutched her stomach tightly as sweat formed on her forehead. The baby's voice immediately rang out again. 'Dad, what were you about to tell the doctor?' 'You're not thinking of getting rid of me, are you? I won't like that!' 'I know you love Mom. Even if she betrayed you, the worst you'd do is divorce her. But you'd never let her die, would you?' Cindy was in so much pain she couldn't even speak. Only then did I realize the baby could hear everything happening around us from inside the womb. The moment I showed even the slightest intention of not wanting the baby, it would drag Cindy down with it. But the baby was right about one thing. I loved Cindy. In my previous life, after hearing that she'd betrayed me, I was so devastated that I completely lost my reason. I never gave her a chance to explain before rushing into a divorce. Yet in the end, I died on an operating table without ever seeing her one last time. Seeing how much pain Cindy was in, the doctor finally realized the seriousness of the situation. She hurried over and asked, "Miss, how are you feeling? If your current condition isn't suitable for pregnancy, I recommend putting your own health first. You can always have another child later." Cindy wiped the sweat from her forehead and clenched her jaw. "I'm fine. I can do this." "Honey, we don't have to keep this baby. Your health comes first–" I had barely started speaking when Cindy's face turned even paler. The words caught in my throat. Instead, I forced myself to say, "Doctor, could you prescribe some glucose and nutritional supplements? We're definitely keeping this baby." The moment I finished speaking, the baby's voice returned. 'That's more like it, Dad. 'You'd better take good care of Mom. Otherwise, I'll take her life. 'Oh, and if you don't behave, not only will I kill her, but even you–' The voice trailed off, but I understood that if I didn't obey, I wouldn't survive either. A thought suddenly occurred to me. Could the cancer I'd mysteriously developed in my previous life also be caused by this child? But that didn't make sense. I'd already divorced Cindy in my previous life. So why had I still gotten cancer? Sweat trickled down my back. I didn't dare say another reckless word because I knew the baby was listening every second. When we got home, Cindy secretly answered a phone call before turning to me with a smile. "Honey, I have a class reunion tonight. I'll be home a little late." In my previous life, that phone call had been the final straw. The moment I heard the baby's words, I'd assumed she was meeting her lover. That very night, I'd filed for divorce. This time, I wasn't going to make the same mistake. So I simply nodded. "Okay. I'll wait up for you. Take good care of yourself and our baby." Chapter 2 It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that I heard Cindy quietly sneaking back into the house. After washing up, she gently kissed my forehead before climbing into bed and wrapping her arms around me. The baby's voice echoed once more. 'Dad, Mom just got back from sleeping with her first love. How can you still sleep? 'Seriously, just divorce her already! Don't worry. When I grow up, I'll repay you for it.' Hearing the exact same words as in my previous life, I didn't dare show the slightest reaction. I replayed everything that had happened back then in my mind. After I asked Cindy for a divorce, she'd been completely stunned. She begged me to stay, but I stubbornly refused to change my mind. Eventually, she agreed. I left the marriage with nothing. Everything we owned went to her. After all, she was carrying my child, and she was the woman I'd loved for so many years. Who could have imagined that the next time we met, I would already be a cold corpse? From that day on, Cindy completely lost her mind. Recalling everything she'd done after my death, I couldn't help questioning what I'd believed. Had she really never cheated on me? I decided that tomorrow, after she woke up, I would finally have an honest conversation with her. But when I opened my eyes the next morning, she'd already left for work. There was an unread message on my phone. [Honey, breakfast is on the table, and there's fresh soy milk for you. It's in the kitchen. I've already left for work. See you tonight!] I felt warm on the inside, but then the baby's voice cut in again. 'Dad, did you read Mom's note? The truth is, she's out on a date with someone else right now! 'Dad, hurry up and divorce her! Is a woman like that really worth it?!' Cindy had already left for work. Yet somehow, I could still hear the baby's thoughts no matter where I was. I didn't have time to dwell on it. The more desperately the baby urged me to divorce Cindy, the more convinced I became that something was terribly wrong. Why was it so determined to break us apart? What could it possibly gain? No matter what happened this time, I was going to change my fate. On my way to work, an elderly man in a robe suddenly grabbed my arm. His face was filled with panic. "You're meddling with something that was never meant to be yours!" Startled, I had no idea what he was talking about. At first, I assumed it was just another scam and turned around to leave, but he held on tightly and shouted, "One who is destined to die shouldn't struggle!" His crazed expression sent goosebumps across my skin, and I instinctively backed away. At first I thought he was insane, but the grim expression on his face didn't seem like an act. I stood there while replaying his words over and over in my mind. 'Does this life not belong to me? Does he somehow know I'd been reborn? Was he saying that even with a second chance, all my efforts were doomed to fail?' A crushing sense of fear engulfed me. Just as I was about to ask him what he meant, the old man turned the corner and vanished without a trace. Before I could ponder any further, the baby's voice rang out once more. 'Dad, who were you talking to?' Chapter 3 'Dad, if I find out you're doing something behind my back that's bad for me, I'll be very upset.' The baby's voice grew increasingly violent. There was nothing childlike about it anymore. At that moment, I made up my mind. I had to find out what was really growing inside my wife's womb. Suppressing the unease in my heart, I pulled out my phone and called my supervisor. "Mr. Jericho, I'd like to take the day off." I then texted Cindy. [Honey, come to the hospital. There's something I need to tell you in person.] After that, I hailed a cab straight to the hospital. The entire ride, the baby kept interrogating me. 'Dad, where are you going? 'Not talking, huh? If you won't answer me, I'll make Mom suffer!' Right after the baby finished talking, Cindy called. Her voice was weak. "Honey, my stomach hurts–" The instant I heard her, I rushed over to pick her up. I had to find out what this thing inside her really was. What kind of child would try to make its parents divorce before it was even born? While driving, I booked an appointment in advance. When the doctor saw Cindy's pale face and the sweat dripping down her forehead, she was visibly alarmed. "Mrs. Wagner, why do you look so pale? "Have you been taking the nutritional supplements I prescribed? Has your morning sickness become so severe that it's affecting you this badly?" Before I could answer, the baby roared. 'Dad, why are you seeing the doctor again? Does this mean I was right? You really do want to get rid of me!' Almost immediately, Cindy's condition worsened. She couldn't even remain standing and collapsed onto the floor. I quickly bent forward and helped her up. "Mr. Wagner, your wife's pregnancy symptoms are extremely severe. I strongly suggest you carefully reconsider whether you should continue with this pregnancy. "After all, the mother's health is the priority. I recommend that Mrs. Wagner recover first before–" Before the doctor could finish, I interrupted her. "We're keeping this baby no matter what! "We came today for a progesterone injection. No matter what happens, this child is going to be born." The moment I said those words, Cindy's complexion improved slightly. She nodded as well. "Yes, Doctor. We have to keep this baby. Please help us." The baby's tone immediately softened. 'Dad, I guess I misunderstood you. 'Then you'd better protect me. If I ever find out you don't want me anymore, I'll be very upset.' The doctor immediately arranged the injection to help sustain the pregnancy. Just before the nurse led Cindy away, I hurriedly scribbled a note on a piece of paper. 'Perform an amniocentesis. I want a DNA test on the baby.' The doctor looked at me in confusion and was about to ask questions. I immediately placed a finger over my lips and silently signaled her not to speak. If the baby overheard us, Cindy might not live to see tomorrow. The doctor reluctantly followed my request and performed the amniocentesis. Since the results wouldn't be ready until the afternoon, we decided to return home first. The moment we walked through the front door, Cindy's phone rang again. She glanced at me nervously before taking the phone into the bedroom and locking the door behind her. Twenty minutes later, she came out looking guilty. "It's something about a project at work. Oh, right. Honey, what was it you wanted to tell me? Why did you suddenly take me to the hospital?" I opened my mouth and intended to tell Cindy everything, but before I could speak, the baby's voice interrupted again. 'Dad, what exactly are you going to tell Mom? 'Before you do, why don't you check what's inside her purse?' Alarm bells immediately went off in my head. I forced a casual smile and pretended nothing was wrong. "I'm going to get a glass of water first. We can talk afterward." Using that as an excuse, I opened Cindy's purse. The moment I looked inside, I froze in place. There were several used condoms. Before I could even process what I was seeing, the baby spoke again. 'See? I told you Mom was cheating! 'If her first love weren't infertile, she never would've married you in the first place! What you need to do now is divorce her immediately and get that woman out of your life! 'Dad, I'm your own child. Why would I lie to you?' Just then, my phone vibrated. The doctor had sent me the DNA test results. [The probability of biological parentage between you and the fetus is 99.99 percent.] Chapter 4 My mind went completely blank. The flood of information left me unable to think. The baby really was mine. I'd always assumed the baby was lying. I never believed its claim that Cindy's first love was infertile. I'd even suspected the child she was carrying wasn't mine. I had thought the baby was desperately trying to break up our marriage so Cindy's lover could take my place. But now, the DNA test proved otherwise. The child was truly mine. Could it be that everything the baby had said was true? Had Cindy really married me only because her first love couldn't have children? Had she really cheated on me? 'Dad, please believe me. Mom really is cheating on you! 'If you don't believe me, just hire someone to follow her!' The next second, a notification appeared on the phone Cindy had left on the table. [Honey, what time are you coming to keep me company this afternoon?] The sender's name was unmistakably Cindy's first love in college, Eric Lloyd. Only then did I finally believe it. Cindy really had been unfaithful. Her puzzled voice came from the living room. "Honey, wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?" I walked out of the bedroom. My mind was in complete chaos. Leaning shyly against my shoulder, she asked, "So, what did you want to tell me?" Clinging to my last shred of hope, I looked into her eyes. "Honey, could you stay home with me this afternoon?" She froze. Hesitation flashed across her face. After a long silence, she finally answered, "I have a meeting at work this afternoon. How about I spend time with you tonight instead?" At that moment, I understood perfectly. Between Eric and me, she had chosen Eric. I forced myself to sound calm. "Alright. Then I'll tell you tonight." My thoughts were in complete disarray, but two things had become crystal clear. I couldn't stay with Cindy, and this baby had to go. No matter what the baby's motives were for telling me those things, I could never forget the horrific death I'd suffered in my previous life. My instincts screamed that this child was directly connected to my death. As long as it lived, I wouldn't. If I could terminate the pregnancy without the baby realizing it, it wouldn't be able to harm me. I needed to find a way to convince Cindy to agree to an abortion. There was something else I had to do as well. In this life, I needed a thorough medical examination. The cancer in my previous life had appeared out of nowhere. By the time it was discovered, it was already terminal. The whole thing had been far too suspicious. With that thought in mind, after Cindy left that afternoon, I headed to the hospital myself. But there, I caught sight of two familiar figures disappearing down the hallway. I followed them and realized they were Cindy and Eric. I looked up at the department sign. [Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.] Eric, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, looked gaunt and haggard. He seemed gravely ill. I glanced at the attending physician's credentials. [Graduate of a top medical school. Over twenty years of clinical experience in hepatobiliary surgery, gastrointestinal oncology, and digestive system cancer treatment.] Watching Cindy support Eric as they entered the consultation room, everything suddenly clicked. I finally understood. That was the reason. 'If that's the case, then this baby has to live. Not only does the baby have to live, but I also have to make absolutely certain it stays healthy until the day it's born!'