Back on the Day I Gave Birth, I Refused to Raise an Ungrateful Child

The moment I was reborn in the delivery room, memories came rushing back: in my previous life, my five children had drained my inheritance and left me to die with regrets. When the nurse brought over the newborn, I calmly said, “Sign the relinquishment papers.”

Thirty years later, I had become a philanthropist worth billions. On TV, those five “strangers” were kneeling in the pouring rain, begging for a bone marrow match for their critically ill billionaire adoptive father.

I swirled my glass of red wine, watching their pathetic figures through the security cameras, and chuckled into the microphone:

“You couldn’t even get your hands on my inheritance. What makes you think I’d donate my bone marrow?”

(The story centers on choices after being reborn, a career comeback, and a reversal of parent-child relationships, with brisk pacing and intense conflict.)