Second Life: Her Husband's Mine Now

I was well aware of John's low sperm count. As his partner, Alice would likely struggle to conceive naturally. There was no chance she'd be pregnant anytime soon.

In my past life, I had foolishly believed natural conception was possible for me. Unfortunately, fate had dealt me a harsh slap in the face.

Still, the hope flickering in Alice's eyes made me hesitate. I decided to keep the truth to myself.

Noticing my calm, detached demeanor, her carefully guarded composure started to falter.

She leaned in close, and her breath was warm against my ear. "I'm sorry, Eleanor, but you'll never beat me in this life."

Since she wasn't hiding the fact that she'd been reborn, I saw no reason to pretend either.

My eyes narrowed as I shot back, "And what makes you so certain of that?"

A cold gleam sparked in Alice's gaze. Her tone was saturated with arrogance. "Sadly, you've bound yourself to that good‑for‑nothing man. The day I bear a child, you will be cast to the very depths of society for the rest of your life."

After a moment's pause, she added, "When John finally kicks you out of the family, the slums will be the only place left for you."

My fury erupted. I clutched her wrist, letting each word cut like a blade. "Since you remember what happened in our past life, you owe me an apology for killing my child."

Stunned, Alice shook her head, refusing to back down.

My fingers dug into her arm, betraying the turmoil churning inside.

She winced, jerking her hand away. "Damn it, Eleanor!" she snapped. "Let go of me! You're acting crazy for no reason!"

At those words, every eye in the room turned to us, eager to witness the unfolding drama.

Sensing the tension, my mother hurried over. She tried to smooth things over.

"You're sisters, for heaven's sake. How can you argue like this in front of everyone?"

I held her gaze, and a scoff escaped my lips. "Sisters? She doesn't even treat me like family."

My mother froze. Sensing she was about to launch into another lecture, I quickly turned and walked away.

Alice shot me a vicious glare. "You're nothing but a sore loser, Eleanor!" she shouted.

I wasn't fazed. She still had a year to go before becoming a mother. By then, everything would have shifted.

At the end of it all, I couldn't care less about losing.

…

Evening soon fell.

On our wedding night, Xavier and I sat across from each other. The silence hung thick in the air.

After a few tense minutes, he grew restless and stood up.

Just as he was about to leave, I quickly grabbed his arm.

"Don't go!" I shouted.

A crease formed between his brows. "I can tell you're not comfortable with being intimate right now. Perhaps we should just call it a night."

I stood, slipping my arms around him. "I'm ready. You're the one who isn't ready."

Xavier's eyes widened in disbelief, and his body stiffened.

I inched closer, letting my warm breath caress his cheek.

Having made up my mind to spend my life with him, I knew I had to be the one to make the first move.

"I want to have your child," I whispered.

My straightforward words stunned Xavier, and a faint blush spread across his face.

Before he could say anything, I pressed my lips to his, taking the lead.

The softness of his lips sent a thrill down my spine.

Just as I was beginning to feel discouraged by his silence, he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace. Our kiss deepened, fueled by a rush of overwhelming passion.

Holding me firmly beneath him, Xavier wasted no time undressing me. His hands glided over my curves. He was eager to explore every part of me.

That night, our bodies sparked like dry tinder, engulfed in a blazing fire of love and desire.

…

A month later, word came that Alice was pregnant.

I froze, stunned by how quickly it had happened.

It didn't seem possible.

Meanwhile, Henry accepted it without question.

A welcoming ceremony was held for the unborn child. Everyone was invited to offer their congratulations.