Shocking! The Amazing Thing She Did for Love!

My best friend Monica Lloyd's maternity check brought the unexpected news that the baby had an extra Y chromosome, making it 47,XYY. I suggested an abortion, to which she agreed wholeheartedly.

That same night, though, I was kidnapped by Monica and her boyfriend, Liam Evans. To my horror, they buried me alive in a desolate landfill.

After the rebirth, she asked me again if she should keep the baby.

I told her, "Your son has an extra Y chromosome, a super tough guy! You should definitely keep him."

"Jean, what do you think? Should I keep the baby?" Monica asked, her face showing her uncertainty as she held the check-up report.

Pulling myself out of the memories, I looked at Monica, whom I had known for the past sixteen years, and showed her a smile.

"Of course, why not?"

In my past life, Monica was carrying a child out of wedlock. I had been by her side during the checkup, only to discover the fetus had an extra Y chromosome—47,XYY. The doctor had delicately recommended she consider an abortion, leaving her indecisive.

Monica had been pinning her hopes on this child as a means to secure a future with her boyfriend, Liam.

My experience in the medical field had given me a good understanding of the difficulties often faced by children with such conditions. I had presented numerous cases to Monica in an attempt to persuade her towards termination.

She agreed, even setting up an appointment, and asked me to come with her to the hospital.

But that night, when I offered her a ride, I was drugged.

When consciousness returned, I found myself trapped in a suburban dump.

Liam's eyes blazed with fury as he spat out, "You actually convinced her to abort my child? How evil you are!"

Tied up and gagged, all I could do was look to Monica with a plea in my eyes.

But she remained silent, her gaze cast downward.

With each shovelful of soil that Liam dumped into the pit where I lay, he hurled insults, "You're so wealthy and yet you won't share with us. How can you claim to be Monica's good friend and family member for over a decade? Bah!

"Luckily, the beneficiary of your insurance is Monica. Hurry up and die, and I'll have money to support my son when you're gone!"

In my previous life, I died in a grave injustice, with no time to save myself or ponder why. Liam had buried me alive.

The suffocating sensation of near-death clung to my mind, a constant reminder that in this life, I would make my killers pay.

"Jean?"

Monica's voice brought me back to the present. I still managed a smile. "You can have the baby. The extra Y chromosome means a super tough guy."

Monica looked at me oddly, "But... the doctor said it's best not to..."

"But without this child, Liam wouldn't marry you, right?"

I sighed, "Won't Liam be upset if you abort it?"

Liam and Monica had been together for six years, a relationship marred by infidelity with more than thirty others.

I'd tried to talk some sense into Monica, the hopeless romantic, but she was convinced Liam really loved her.

So, I decided to just wish her well.

It was clear from Monica's expression that she had no intention of aborting the baby.

After we left the hospital, Monica naturally went to the passenger seat of my car.

I stopped her, saying, "I've got some work to do at the office. Why don't you have Liam come get you?"

Monica turned pale and questioned, "What could be more important than taking me home? I'm pregnant."

I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself, "You're not pregnant with me."

I used to be kind to Monica because we both came from the same orphanage.

I was fortunate enough to be sponsored by a charity to go to college, while Monica decided not to go to college and started working instead.

We were always in the same city, so you could say we leaned on each other.

There was a time when, no matter how busy or tired I was, if she called for help, I'd rush over. Whatever she wanted, I'd buy it for her without hesitation.

In my heart, she was like a sister to me.

But people change. What I thought was family turned out to be a relationship filled with hidden agendas and deceit.

I disregarded Monica's growing frown, offering a nonchalant reply, "The company needs me right away. If I'm late, there'll be a penalty."

Hearing about the fine, Monica reluctantly agreed, "Alright then."

After all, I was basically her personal bank, and she was probably worried about losing her ATM.

Instead of heading back to the office after leaving the hospital, I went to my lawyer's office.

There, I retrieved records of the transfers I'd made to Monica over the years, amounting to 200 thousand dollars.

The lawyer pointed out that these weren't special occasion gifts, and given that Monica and I weren't in a romantic relationship, there was a good chance I could recover the money.

I also reviewed the insurance policy I had taken out, with Monica as the beneficiary, and decided to change it.

Initially, it was Monica's idea for us to each buy insurance and name the other as the beneficiary. Back then, I naively thought it was a sign of familial affection.

Now, I realized that Monica and Liam had been plotting against me.

After discussing with my lawyer, I opted to make myself the beneficiary of my insurance policy.

The lawyer inquired if I wanted to sue Monica for the 200 thousand dollars, but I declined.

It wasn't the right time to take legal action against her.

I left the lawyer's office and headed straight home.

Upon seeing the house cluttered with Monica and Liam's belongings, I was gripped by self-doubt.

How had I let Monica move in, eating my food and using my things in my previous life?

I must have been insane.

Without delay, I called the movers and had everything that wasn't mine taken to Liam's rental place.

Liam had a lease on an old, run-down apartment near his workplace, but he rarely stayed there. He'd rather stay with Monica at my place because he didn't like the conditions of his own apartment.

Midway through the moving process, Liam sent Monica back to my house.

Liam confronted me with a scowl, "What's the meaning of this? Who gave you the right to move our belongings?"

Monica also frowned, questioning, "Jean, I thought you said you were at the office?"

I met Liam's angry gaze and dismissed his outrage with a roll of my eyes. "Why shouldn't I move your stuff? It's my house."

Liam suddenly shouted, "Bullshit! Monica helped you with the mortgage. We have as much right to this house as you do. Are you trying to claim it all for yourself?"