The Mistress Never Expected This Genius Baby
Language: en
Eighteen times. Eighteen different lives, always short, always brutal. A soul stuck on a cosmic, deadly loop. After the eighteenth go-around—landing me here, in the womb of a woman destined to be the vicious female antagonist—I developed a severe case of deep-seated paranoia. While other fetuses drifted peacefully in the amniotic fluid, I was inverted, my tiny fists clutching my umbilical cord, maintaining constant, exhausting vigilance. Other babies greedily sucked up their mother’s nutrition; I sampled, spat out, and only dared to absorb the bare minimum once I confirmed it was safe. I…