It’s no wonder, really—her body was weak, and she spent her pregnancy constantly playing the victim, adding drama to her life every day. After my death, she had completely changed her behavior, lying in bed, eating all sorts of expensive supplements without hesitation. She had gained quite a bit of weight, and naturally, the baby had grown larger too.

Joseph stood outside the delivery room, his eyes filled with tears, his fists clenched in desperation. His expression mirrored the one he had when I had the car accident and lost my uterus.

For a moment, I felt a sense of déjà vu, but I didn’t regret it anymore.

I had...