How Did I End Up With Six Husbands

I peeked out the window—only to see a crowd gathered outside, eager to watch the drama unfold.

We lived on the ground floor. If I tried to escape through the window now, I’d be caught instantly.

As I was still debating what to do, the bedroom door suddenly burst open—my father had kicked it down.

His face was grim, a look I had never seen before.

“Come out,” he said stiffly.

With my heart pounding, I forced myself to step into the living room.

There they were—those six men from my past life.

And the children.

My breath caught in my throat, and my mind went blank.

I had assumed my parents were just pressuring me to go through with the wedding. I never expected them to show up at my home.

The six children rushed toward me, surrounding me in an instant.

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

Their voices buzzed in my ears, sharp and overwhelming.

I looked at their faces—some of them actually shared vague resemblances to me. No wonder my parents believed them. Even I was starting to doubt myself for a split second.

“She always seemed so quiet and proper. Who knew she secretly had kids with six different men?”

“You don't know anything. Young people these days have such messy personal lives.”

“Those men are almost as old as her father, and they’re dressed like beggars. What did she see in them?”

“Maybe she’s into the mature type.”

“Old Hart, I’ve been single all my life. Let your daughter have a kid with me too!”

“Me too! I want one!”

“My wife’s been dead for twenty years. How about you spend a few nights with me?”

The neighbors' filthy gossip made my skin crawl.

And my parents? They just sat silently on the couch, completely indifferent.

I shoved the children away. “I’m not your mother! Stop calling me that!”

That one push was all it took, and chaos immediately exploded in the living room.

Crying, screaming—it all blended into one unbearable noise, attracting even more spectators.

It was a holiday, and by now, half the apartment complex must’ve been crowding at our door.

“How could you push your own children like that?”

“No matter what, they’re still your flesh and blood!”

“You were the one who insisted on having a child with me, and then you vanished after the baby was born!”

One of the men sat on the floor, hugging a little girl no older than three or four, wiping tears from his eyes.

“She said the same thing to you? So she lied to all six of us?! I spent years looking for her with our child!”

His child was one of the older ones.

The kids ranged from around three to eight years old.

I was still in school during that entire time. How on earth could I have had even one child?

My best friend Thalia could prove it!

In my last life, she had gone to confront Lester and missed everything that happened with these six men.

But I had already told her last night that the wedding was off. She hadn’t asked for a reason—just fully supported my decision.

I quickly reached for my phone to call her—only to have one of the men snatch it from my hand and smash it to the ground.

The screen shattered into pieces.

“You slut—trying to call your lover again? Are six men not enough for you? You really know how to act, huh?!”

“I heard you were getting married today. I want to see which man dares to marry a filthy whore like you!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m not the woman you’re looking for!” I shouted.

Rage surged through me as I stared at my broken phone.

“You’re still denying it?! You have a red birthmark on your shoulder, don’t you?”

“And two black moles on your lower back!”

“A red mole just above your left breast.”

“And a butterfly tattoo on your inner thigh.”

Everything they said was disturbingly accurate.

But I had never met them. I had never even slept with them.

“If you want to prove us wrong, then strip.”

“Yeah, take off your clothes. Let’s all see for ourselves.”