Chapter 1

My so-called best friend got pregnant out of wedlock, and I, being the kind-hearted fool, let her stay in my spare apartment.

Only to find out the baby in her belly belonged to my mama’s boy husband.

My mother-in-law, who was obsessed with male heirs, told me I was useless, worse than a stray dog.

The day after I desperately refused to divorce, the deep freeze apocalypse hit.

They threw me out, watching with cold eyes as I froze to death, turning into an ice sculpture.

But fate gave me a second chance, along with one wish.

“I just wish my best friend gets pregnant with six babies.”

The moment I heard my best friend, Seraphina, had her prenatal check-up and discovered she was carrying six babies, I knew.

I knew I had been reborn, and Seraphina’s wish for a blessed pregnancy had also come true.

“Chloe, thank you so much for letting me stay in your apartment for free, and for coming with me to my appointments.”

Seraphina hadn’t revealed her true colors yet, looking genuinely grateful as she gazed at me.

I forced back the rising nausea and hatred, managing a seemingly natural smile.

“We’re sisters, your problems are my problems.”

Back home, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, and my husband, Brandon, were beyond thrilled to hear about Seraphina’s six-baby pregnancy.

Eleanor clapped her hands, cackling with glee: “Seraphina is truly amazing! More children are wonderful, aren't they? Carrying on the family name, ensuring a booming household!”

Then, she shot me a venomous glare. “Unlike some people, who’ve been married for two years with no sign of a baby. Just freeloading off us for so long, you're not even as useful as a dog. At least a dog can get pregnant and have puppies!”

Brandon, my pathetic mama’s boy husband, scoffed, “Why are you just standing there like an idiot? Mom gets annoyed just looking at you. If you can’t have kids, can’t you at least cook?!”

I bit back my anger, adopting the pleading tone I'd used in my past life. “I was thinking… what if Seraphina stayed in the empty apartment next door? What do you think, Mom?”

Eleanor’s expression softened, feigning reluctance. “Fine, I guess. There’s an old superstition back in our hometown that if you take care of a pregnant woman, some of her fertility luck might rub off on you. From now on, you can go take care of Seraphina and catch some of her good fortune!”