The very first thing I did after being reincarnated was to schedule a doctor's appointment for a hysterectomy.

Yes, you heard me right. I had my uterus removed, on my own will.

In my previous life, my boyfriend Kenneth Parker's old flame, Dorothy Bell, started a live-streaming channel to boost her image as the Gynae Expert.

When I began feeling nauseous, she deliberately announced on a livestream that I was pregnant.

Kenneth immediately denied it, claiming he had never slept with me.

I tried to explain, but Dorothy handed me prenatal medication, telling me to take care of myself and take the pills on time.

The audience watching the stream mocked Kenneth for being cheated on.

In a fit of rage, Kenneth broke up with me, and my personal information was leaked online. Countless men started messaging me, trying to hook up.

Unable to endure the harassment any longer, I jumped from a building and ended my life.

On the other hand, Dorothy rode her newfound fame as the Gynae Expert and became an internet sensation adored by her followers.

But this time, what blames could she put on me when I didn't even have a uterus?

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Dragging my weary body back from the hospital, I opened the door only to find Kenneth lounging on my sofa.

When he noticed the bags in my hands, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Wait, are those your medicines? I told you, it's just a little cramps, some ibuprofen could totally kill the pain.

"Why bother going to the doctor at all? They only prescribe you with excessive pills to dig money out of your pocket! You're fooled by the quack doc!"

He continued, "Every woman has cramps during her period. You're just being dramatic and lazy, just so you can skip work."

His chin lifted arrogantly as he spoke like he was doing me a favor. He then motioned toward Dorothy, who was sitting nearby and introduced her.

"This is an old-school friend of mine. She studied abroad, fast-tracking her master's and PhD. People call her the Gynae Expert.

"I told her you're not feeling okay recently and she graciously offered to check on you."

I almost laughed at his shamelessness, ready to refuse.

But then, I saw how Kenneth and Dorothy exchanged looks and the live-stream Dorothy had set up. A sly idea formed in my mind.

In my past life, Dorothy had started a Livestream account to boost her image as a Gynae Expert, offering online advice to viewers every day.

I'd been dealing with belly pains for a while, and Kenneth had forced me to let Dorothy examine me, hoping to boost her channel's popularity.

Seeing me vomit, Dorothy didn't even bother with a proper diagnosis. She outright declared that I was pregnant.

I was shocked, thinking, "How could I be pregnant when I haven't even slept with anyone?"

Before I could refute it, Kenneth shouted, announcing he had never been intimate with me and insinuating that I was carrying another man's child.

Dorothy, ever the compassionate doctor, prescribed a load of prenatal vitamins, earnestly advising me.

"No matter who the father is, the baby is innocent. You must take responsibility for it and keep it safe."

The livestream audience erupted, ridiculing Kenneth for being cuckolded and calling me a promiscuous woman.

In stark contrast, Dorothy was hailed as the compassionate Gynae Expert, empathizing even with an illegitimate child.

I suggested going to the hospital to prove my innocence, but Kenneth refused to listen, accusing me of colluding with the doctors there.

He broke up with me, and shortly after, my private details were leaked online. I was bombarded with obscene messages from men wanting to hook up.

Vile messages flooded my social media, each more disgusting than the last.

Tormented beyond endurance, I leaped from a rooftop to end my suffering.

After my death, Dorothy soared to fame as Gynae Expert, raking in wealth from patients who idolized her.

She and Kenneth worked together, profiting off their scam.

This time, after my rebirth, the first thing I did was cut ties with Kenneth.

I never expected him to drag Dorothy back into my life, once again trying to use me as her stepping stone.

As I watched Dorothy engage with her growing audience on the livestream, I sneered with a bold idea.

I thought, "It was you who wouldn't let me walk away, Dorothy.

Then don't blame me for ruining everything you own."