I watched my best friend shove me aside and rush to choose a high-IQ sperm donor, and I knew she had been reborn too.
In our previous life, my best friend and I agreed to go abroad together to buy sperm.
She cared about looks and chose a male model who was mixed-race, with ancestry from eight countries. I wanted a smart baby, so I chose a top student from an elite university.
But just after our babies were born, a luxury car pulled up outside our hospital.
The “father” of the high-IQ baby I had chosen turned out to be a mega-rich tycoon, and he offered me a fortune worth trillions to bring my child home and reclaim their place in the family.
I rose to the top overnight, became a wealthy wife, and lived a life of luxury and extravagance.
Meanwhile, consumed by jealousy, my best friend developed postpartum depression. When I invited her to stay at my estate, she strangled me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, my best friend and I had both returned to the day we chose our sperm donors.
