My Husband's Difficult Childbirth Insurance Chapter 1

In my previous incarnation, my husband and I agreed to be DINKs, but he went back on his word when we reached middle age.

He punctured the condom and got me pregnant. Then, he made every attempt to beg me, making me keep the baby helplessly.

Eventually, I died on the operating table due to complications during childbirth.

As my spirit was floating in the air, I thought my husband would be filled with remorse.

Unexpectedly, what I saw was that he used the compensation for my death in childbirth he claimed on the insurance to marry a younger and more beautiful woman.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized he had been gambling from the beginning, gambling on my death at an advanced maternal age.

When I opened my eyes again, however, I was back to the moment when my husband knelt before me and begged me to keep the baby.

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"Well, my wife is 40, and I believe I can give it a try. I bought her a life insurance policy that would pay me a million-dollar compensation for her death in childbirth. I suppose my bet on her death at an advanced maternal age should be more reliable than the lottery, right?"

This was the most-liked answer in a short video asking what to do if your wife got pregnant at an advanced age.

The person who gave this answer was my husband, Jake Hammer.

Jake and I met and fell in love in college. We got married naturally after graduation.

When we got married, we both agreed that children would be a burden to us that we didn't plan to have.

Unexpectedly, when we were 40 years old, Jake told me that he still needed a child to carry on his family line.

I was very opposed to it at first, but I didn't expect to get pregnant not long after.

That day, Jake knelt in front of me, begging me in tears not to abort the child and declaring that it was his only hope.

Looking at my beloved's face, I couldn't bear to see him sad, so I kept this child.

As time passed, my belly grew bigger and bigger.

My due date arrived as estimated, but I died on the operating table during labor dystocia, and the fetus in my womb also died from asphyxiation.

While I was floating in the air as a soul, I was waiting for Jake's remorse for insistence on having a child.

Out of all my expectations, I saw him calmly sign the notice of my death with even a malicious smile on his lips.

It wasn't until this time that I found out my unexpected pregnancy was caused by him intentionally puncturing the condom and replacing my birth control pills with vitamin tablets.

He also kept gambling on my death in childbirth as an elderly mother and on being able to get a fortune in compensation.

He naturally inherited my family's company as my husband and used the compensation to marry his young and beautiful distant cousin through the matchmaking of his mother, Barbara.

I could only watch as his life got better and better. Filled with overwhelming resentment, I shed helpless tears.

The next moment, I felt as if the world was spinning. My vision went blank as I had a splitting headache.

When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I was back to the time when Jake knelt and begged me to keep the child.