After another failed round of IVF, my wife slapped me and cursed me for being useless, unable to give her even one child.
During our argument, we accidentally fell down the stairs and both died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my wife confessed her feelings to me.
Meeting Tian Weiwei's gaze from across the room, I knew she had been reborn too.
Without hesitation, she handed her flowers to the rich second-generation heir who had pursued her for two years, then professed her love to him.
I, too, made my decision at once, turned around, and left, deleting her contact information along the way.
When we met again, she had become a famous painter and was driving a luxury car to her daughter's first day of school.
Seeing me riding a bicycle to take my child to school, she sneered,
"We haven't seen each other in all these years. How did you end up doing so badly? Your life is so miserable, and your wife still had to undergo IVF. I really feel sorry for her."
I thought of Tian Weiwei's infertility diagnosis in our previous life, then looked at the girl beside her, who didn't look like her at all, and smiled.
"I certainly can't compare to you. You're so young, yet you're already someone's stepmother."
