Got Pregnant After Eating An Offering.

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On All Souls' Day, my parents went home to sweep the graves. I was home alone and starving.

I couldn't resist eating a piece of bread from the offering plate.

That afternoon, I started feeling nauseous. The next day, I was vomiting so hard I could barely stand.

My best friend took me to the hospital for a checkup. When I saw the ultrasound results showing an early intrauterine pregnancy, I was completely stunned.

I didn't even have a boyfriend!

Whose child was in my belly?

I wanted to abort the baby, but my parents stopped me.

They didn't scold me or even ask whose child it was. They just took care of me attentively.

Until the day of delivery, when I was delirious from pain. Before I could even look at the child, my father poured boiling water on my cervix while my mother strangled me tightly with a hemp rope.

They looked at me with venomous eyes and said, "You got knocked up like a stray dog without even knowing who did it. Having a daughter like you is such a disgrace!"

I fought back desperately, but it was useless.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day of the checkup.

This time I was going to find out the truth about my pregnancy!

After finishing the examination, the doctor handed me the report. It showed "early intrauterine pregnancy."

Exactly the same result as my previous life.

Seeing me in a daze, the doctor seemed impatient.

"Go home and think about it. Whether you want it or not, decide quickly."

My best friend Emily quickly pulled me out of the examination room, asking as we walked.

"Think carefullydid you actually do it with anyone..."

"No!" I interrupted her.

"I'm with you every day. Have you ever seen me talk more than a sentence to any guy?"

Emily fell silent.

My mind was a complete mess.

I clearly hadn't crossed any lines with anyone of the opposite sex. How could I be pregnant?

I just ate a piece of bread. Could there be something wrong with the bread?

My thoughts grew more chaotic.

I took a deep breath. No matter what the truth was, I absolutely would not keep this child.

"Emily, I'm heading home first. You be safe going back too."

Emily wanted to say something, but I didn't give her the chance.

I walked straight toward the exit.

Only after making sure she couldn't see me did I turn around and head to the obstetrics and gynecology surgery department.

In my last life, I was too obedient, too weak. When they told me to give birth, I gave birth. When they told me to raise it, I raised it. I died without ever knowing what was inside my belly.

Not this life.

No matter how this child got here, no matter what they were planning, I was getting rid of it first!

There was a long line outside the operating room.

I sat in the corner, clutching that ultrasound report.

After waiting forty minutes, my turn finally came.

The female doctor looked me up and down, her face showing mockery.

"Abortion? Another case of getting pregnant before marriage, right?"

Seeing that I didn't speak, she rolled her eyes directly.

"I've seen plenty of irresponsible young people like you. At least you're here to get an abortion, which proves your brain still works. Otherwise, with a mother like you, how miserable would that child be?"

Her words made my face burn. I tried to explain.

But she waved her hand to cut me off, very impatiently.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and take off your clothes and lie down. I'm very busy."

I awkwardly unbuttoned my pants.

The female doctor was about to change into her surgical gown when she suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, you haven't shown me the ultrasound report yet, right?"

"Not yet."

I quickly handed the report over.

Looking at the operating table right in front of me, the heavy burden in my heart lightened considerably.

Once the surgery was done, I probably wouldn't die again.

The female doctor took the report, and the impatient expression on her face instantly became serious.

The person who had just been urging me to get the surgery suddenly did a complete one-eighty.

Her face darkened, looking at me as if I were a monster, her tone hostile:

"I can't do this surgery. Get out!"

Both the assistant beside her and I were completely confused, not knowing what had happened.

The assistant patted my shoulder to comfort me. She was about to speak up for me when, after seeing the report, she started cursing at me directly.

"Get out now! You bitch, someone like you should go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

I was thrown out.

The operating room door slammed shut heavily, and my heart sank to the bottom.

What the hell was going on?

I looked at the ultrasound report in my hand over and over, but couldn't see anything unusual.

Suddenly a hand grabbed me.

It was Emily.

"What are you doing?" I stumbled to steady myself as she dragged me outside.

She didn't say anything.

I was dragged all the way out of the hospital entrance, and only under a streetlight did she let go.

I took two steps back, panting.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Emily stood opposite me, her eyes red-rimmed. She stared at me, taking a long time before forcing out a sentence.

"You can't abort it."

I was stunned.

"This child came out of nowhere."

"I don't even know how it got inside me. You think I should give birth to it?"

Emily took my hand, her eyes full of worry.

"Your body isn't good to begin with. If you abort this child, what if you can't get pregnant in the future?"

I looked into her eyes and shrugged.

"Being alone is pretty good. Besides, I'll have you to keep me company when I'm old."

Emily immediately broke into a smile through her tears.

"But don't be impulsive. Wait until things are clear before aborting. It's not too late."

I observed her reaction calmly. She really was concerned about me.

My heart warmed.

"You go home first," I said. "I want to be alone for a while."

"But you..." she said hesitantly.

"I won't do it again. It's too late today. I'll go home and think about it first."

Emily looked at me, her eyes still red.

"Then I'll take you home."

"No need. I want to clear my head alone."

She hesitated for a few seconds, then let go of my hand.

"Then message me when you get home."

I nodded in agreement.

She turned and walked toward the other side of the street. After a few steps, she looked back at me.

I stood in place without moving, waving at her.

She finally disappeared around the corner.

I waited five minutes.

Then I turned around, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the nearest private clinic24-hour abortion services.

The abortion fee at the small clinic wasn't cheap. I gritted my teeth and paid.

The receptionist led me into a small examination room.

A middle-aged male doctor sat inside. Seeing that I was dressed lightly, he thoughtfully handed me a jacket.

"Are you an adult, young lady? Do your parents know?"

I was a bit nervous.

"I'm an adult. They don't know."

The male doctor was stunned for a moment, then showed a kind smile.

"Okay, don't be afraid. My place may be small but it's very legitimate. Don't worry."

He had a very approachable appearance, and most of my nervousness dissipated.

He poured me a glass of water and handed it to me.

"Don't feel ashamed. Pregnancy is normal, abortion is normal too. It doesn't mean anything."

I looked at him gratefully.

"Thank you, doctor!"

The male doctor smiled.

"No need to thank me. Let me see your ultrasound report."

Thinking of what happened earlier, I hesitated a bit.

But the surgery had to be done.

Steeling myself, I handed him the report.

The male doctor glanced at the report. His smiling gaze instantly became terrifyingly sinister, as if he wanted to rush over and devour me.

"I can't do this surgery! Go die!"

He splashed the half-finished water in my face, roaring in a sinister voice.

"Get out! You filthy bitch, get out now!"

I was thrown out again.

I clutched the report, nearly on the verge of collapse.

What the hell was going on?

Why wouldn't anyone perform the surgery for me?

What was wrong with this report?

Whose child was in my belly?

One mystery after another was driving me insane.

But I couldn't break down. I had to find out the truth!

I wiped away my tears and started thinking about my next plan.

Since hospitals wouldn't perform the surgery, I'd just do a medical abortion.

Where should I do it?

I definitely couldn't go home.

That's where I died in my last life.

My phone vibrated.

A message from Emily: Are you home?

I looked at those three words and hesitated for a few seconds.

I had no one else now, only her.

I called her.

"Hello?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, like she'd been asleep and was woken up.

"Emily, can I sleep at your place?" I asked.

There was a pause on the other end.

"Where are you? I'll come get you."

Forty minutes later, I was lying on the couch in her living room.

Emily poured me a glass of hot water and sat next to me watching.

"What's really going on?" she asked. "Didn't you say you were going home to think?"

I looked at the cup in my hands without speaking.

She didn't rush me, just sat there.

After a long silence, I spoke.

"This child can't possibly exist."

Emily looked at me.

"I don't even know where it came from," I said.

"I've never had a boyfriend, never did anything like that with anyone. I haven't even had my first kiss."

She opened her mouth but didn't speak.

My mind went back to that bread on All Souls' Day.

"On All Souls' Day, my parents went back to their hometown to sweep graves. I was home alone. I got hungry and ate a piece of bread from the offering table." I looked at Emily.

"That afternoon after eating it, I started feeling nauseous. The next day I was vomiting."

She froze.

"You mean..."

"I haven't had sex, don't have a boyfriend. The only possibility is that bread," I said.

"I got pregnant after eating it."

Emily stared at me, not speaking for a long time.

Then she laughed.

"How is that possible?" she said. "Getting pregnant from eating something? You think this is a myth?"

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I can't think of anything else," I sighed.

"Then think about this," she leaned forward.

"The night after you ate the bread, after you fell asleep, did you feel sore all over when you woke up the next day?"

I was stunned.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I just woke up normally."

"Then is it possible..." her voice lowered, "that someone came in?"

I understood her implication.

"Impossible," I shook my head.

"My house is on the seventh floor, the door lock was fine. And even if someone came in, how could I have felt nothing at all?"

Emily stopped talking.

After a moment of silence, I took a deep breath and said:

"Emily, I don't have any money right now. Can you lend me some? I need to take pills to abort the child."

She was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"What's this talk of lending between us? Just use it. But won't a medical abortion be risky? I'm worried about your body..."

I shook my head: "The pregnancy is still early, medical abortion isn't that dangerous."

Emily breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm relieved. But can you buy the abortion pills outside?"

I sighed: "Probably not."

She frowned in thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

"I've got an idea."

Emily picked up her phone and made a call.

A few minutes later, she looked excited.

"Done! The medicine will be delivered soon. A good friend of mine is a doctorhe prescribed it."

I hugged her gratefully.

"Emily, thank you. Without you I wouldn't know what to do."

My anxious heart settled down. At least I had a friend by my side who believed in me unconditionally.

Half an hour later, the medicine arrived.

Emily was afraid I'd make a mistake, so she had me rest while she busily prepared the medication herself.

After preparing the medicine, she pushed me to take a shower, saying it was a necessary procedure.

I happened to feel uncomfortable anyway, so I didn't refuse and let her help me take off my jacket.

The ultrasound report fell out of my pocket.

Before I could pick it up, Emily had already grabbed it.

"Oh, I haven't looked at your report yet."

I tried to snatch it back, but she dodged.

Emily held the report and looked at me with a smile.

"Don't be so stingy. The baby's going to be aborted anywaycan't you let me, the godmother, take a look?"

With that, her gaze shifted to the report.

Her sweet smile instantly vanished completely, replaced by a terrifying expression I'd never seen on her face before.

Emily stared at me, her tone full of deep disgust and loathing.

"The child can't be aborted!"

After saying this, she frantically dumped the prepared medicine into the trash can.

I couldn't care about her change in behavior. Everything stemmed from the thing in my belly.

Tonight this child had to die!

I lunged at her and grabbed the trash can.

"Emily, what's going on? What's wrong with the report?"

I asked while dodging.

But Emily didn't answer me, just chased after me like a mad dog.

I was cornered.

Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she wanted to kill me.

I pressed against the wall, my mind in chaos.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

It was my parents.

Emily finally calmed down and opened the door.

My mother stood at the entrance, my father behind her.

Both their faces looked grim, but when they saw me, they forced smiles.

"What are you doing here, Heather?" My mother walked in.

"You sent a message saying you were sleeping at your friend's place. We were so worried."

I leaned against the wall without moving.

Everything that happened today was too bizarre.

"It was too late so I didn't go back," I explained.

My mother nodded, her gaze falling on what Emily was holding.

That ultrasound report.

She motioned for Emily to hand it to her.

My mother took it and looked down at it.

My father leaned over.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

There was no change like I'd expected.

They were just calm, like in my previous life.

My mother looked up, her face wearing a smile.

"It's fine."

She put down the report and sat beside me.

"If you're pregnant, just give birth. Mom will help you raise it."

I looked at her.

"You've had poor health since you were little," she continued.

"Abortion is too hard on the body. Keep this childour family can afford to raise it."

Exactly the same as my previous life.

Not a single word different.

"Dad, Mom," I spoke.

"Aren't you going to ask whose child this is?"

They froze.

My mother and father exchanged glances.

Then my mother smiled again: "If you knew whose it was, you wouldn't be hiding it like this. It's okay, no matter whose it is, it's our family's child."

My father nodded beside her.

I stared at their faces.

In my previous life, I was convinced this way too.

They said it was okay, said they'd help me raise it, said not to worry.

I believed them, and then I died.

This life I wouldn't believe them again.

"No," I stood up.

My mother froze.

"What do you mean no?"

"This child can't be kept," I said. "I have to abort it."

My mother's face changed.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense," I took a step back and grabbed the abortion pills from the trash, shoving them in my mouth. "This child's origins are unknown. I don't want it."

My father took a step forward: "Listen to your parents..."

"I won't listen!"

Emily rushed over from the side, grabbed my arm, and kicked the trash can away. The remaining pills scattered all over the floor.

"You can't abort the child!"

I shook her off.

"Why not? Every single one of you won't let me abort it, but do you know how this child got here? I don't even know myself. Having it in my belly disgusts me!"

No one spoke.

I looked at the three of them.

They all stared at me.

Those eyesexactly the same.

I backed toward the side, backing up to the dining table and grabbing a fruit knife.

Even though I knew from my previous life that my parents wanted me dead, at least not right now. I still wanted to gamble.

Gamble with my life.

"Let me abort it," I pointed the knife at myself.

"If you don't let me abort it, I'll die."

My mother screamed.

"You're crazy!"

"I am crazy!" I shouted. "Let me abort it!"

Emily rushed forward.

I didn't react in time.

The next second, her hand was already around my throat.

Her strength was frighteningly strong.

She pinned me against the wall. My back hit it painfully, and the knife in my hand fell to the floor.

"You fucking dare to die?"

Her face was only four inches from mine.

"You can die, but the child must live!"

I struggled desperately, my nails clawing at her hand.

My father and mother stood to the side, motionless.

I suddenly understood.

They were working together.

From the very beginning.

I was running out of breath, my vision starting to go black.

Just then, my hand dropped and touched something.

Then my eyes widened in disbelief.

I knewI finally knew whose child this was!