The Child My Husband Made Me Lose Six Times Is the Ghost King

In three years of marriage, I suffered five miscarriages.

I finally carried my sixth baby to seven months, only to be knocked down by a drunk driver.

I endured the pain and pulled my baby out, but he had already stopped breathing.

The day after our baby died, my husband brought home a delicate little child.

He said the child was adopted, but looking into those eyes, I could see they were unmistakably the same as his.

He wanted me to stay in the dark, so I pretended not to know.

But that child had no right to smash my baby’s ashes and tear down his grave.

They had no idea that the baby I carried was no ordinary child. He had been reincarnated six times without ever being born, and his resentment was immense.

If that’s how it is, then go to hell and repent to my unborn child!