Reborn to Escape My Pregnant Coworker

The brand new Tesla I just bought for 0-000,000I sold it for a measly $30,000.

All because of my past life coworker Kate, who was eight months pregnant and suddenly clutched her belly in pain, crying and begging me:

Alice, I'm going into labor. Please take me to the hospital.

I panicked immediately and drove her to the hospital in my new car.

When we got there, the baby had the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck and was stillborn.

The next day, her husband hung a banner at the company entrance: "Heartless coworker's reckless driving caused improper fetal position and suffocation death!"

The video went viral online. I was cyberbullied and doxxed across the internet.

Her husband wouldn't let it go either. He said I killed his son, forced me to kneel and apologize, and demanded compensation.

My dad was so upset he had a stroke and became paralyzed. Our house was vandalized with paint.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the office.

I had just sold my car when Kate clutched her belly with a pained expression: "Alice, I think I'm going into labor. Can you drive me to the hospital?"

I replied calmly:

"If you need to go to the hospital, call 911. Why are you asking me?"

Kate clutched her belly, cold sweat covering her forehead, her whole body swaying unsteadily.

She grabbed my arm:

"I'm about to give birth. Please drive me to the hospital. It hurts so much..."

That expression, that tone, those wordsevery single punctuation mark was exactly the same as in my past life.

I stared at her face as my mind exploded with a roar.

In my past life, I was deceived by this very act.

She had cried and begged me just like this, saying things like "can't get a cab," "no time," "you just bought a new car."

I had softened then.

I was so panicked I could barely grip the steering wheel, but I still gritted my teeth and rushed to the hospital in my newly purchased Tesla.

On the way, I ran two yellow lights and went over three speed bumps.

When we got to the hospital, she was wheeled into the delivery room.

Two hours later, the doctor came out with a very grave expression:

"Is the family here? The baby had the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. Stillborn."

My legs went weak right then.

Kate cried, "It's you. It's all because you drove too fast. You killed my baby."

I didn't know any better then and actually thought it was my fault for driving. I apologized to her helplessly.

Marcus didn't say anything at the time. He just looked at me with red eyes.

The next day, he hung a banner at the company entrance.

White background, black letters: "Heartless coworker's reckless driving caused improper fetal position and suffocation death!"

A dozen relatives stood behind him. Some held phones livestreaming, others cursed on the street.

The video shot to the top of the local trending topics that same day.

The topic "Tesla Driver Kills Baby" got over 200 million views in three days.

My name, my photo, my ID number, my home addressall of it was posted online.

Every single comment cursed me out.

"Someone like this is allowed to drive? Murderer!"

"Oh, so driving a Tesla makes you special? Pay compensation! Go to prison!"

"Why doesn't she just die?"

The company called me in for a meeting that same day. The HR manager said expressionlessly, "Alice, this incident has caused extremely negative impact on the company's image. The board has decided you're fired."

I was terminated without even a chance to defend myself.

Marcus even came to my house: "You killed my son. My wife is traumatized now, physically and mentally. You have to come take care of her, or you won't have peace."

Every day at six in the morning, I went to his house to cook for Kate, wipe her down, and wash her underwear.

Kate lay in bed, crying and cursing me: "Alice, give me back my son, give him back..."

I served at their house for a whole month.

When I got home, I learned my dad had been so upset he became paralyzed, and relatives and friends had cut ties with us.

I wanted to drive to the hospital, but I was killed by an out-of-control truck.

Now, Kate was still grabbing my arm.

That pitiful look on her face was exactly the same as in my past life.

I pulled my arm from her hand, prying off one finger at a time.

"If you're going into labor, call 911. Why are you asking me?"

Kate froze.

Tears still hung on her face, and her expression suddenly stiffened, like someone had pressed pause.

Madison beside us got anxious:

"Alice, how can you talk like that! She's about to give birth!"

"Exactly! You have a car at least. Waiting for 911 takes forever!"

Kate snapped out of it and cried even harder:

"Alice, wouldn't it be faster if you drove me? I really can't hold on..."

Tears dripped down, hitting the floor.

Her acting was as good as in my past life.

I looked at her, the corner of my mouth twitching.

"Car? I already sold it." The moment those words landed, the entire office went silent for a full two seconds.

Kate's crying caught in her throat. The expression on her face changed from pitiful to disbelieving.

"Your Tesla that you just bought! 0-000,000! You're telling me you sold it? Impossible!"

Her voice suddenly became shrill, drawing everyone's attention.

"Alice, that's really uncool. If you don't want to take her, just say so. Why make up such lies?"

"You just got that car last week. You sold it after a few days? Who's going to believe that?"

"That was a new car, 0-000,000. She doesn't want to take her, so she won't."

Everyone's eyes fell on me in unison.

Kate reacted even faster.

She clutched her belly, her body tilting as she leaned against a nearby desk, tears dripping down.

"Alice, if you don't want to take me, I really won't force you..."

Her voice was soft and trembling:

"But you can't lie about selling your car. My belly really hurts. I just wanted you to help me..."

As she spoke, her whole body started sliding down, as if she couldn't stand anymore.

Madison rushed over to support her, then glared back at me.

"Alice, look! She's about to faint from the pain! And you're here making up stories!"

Carter chimed in too: "Exactly. How hard is it to drive someone? Do you really want to just watch her die?"

Tony picked up his tea, took a leisurely sip, his voice neither loud nor soft, just enough for everyone to hear:

"Some people act all mighty when they're driving nice cars, but when it's time to actually use them, they play poor. Sold the car? Who believes that?"

I didn't say anything. I watched this group coldly.

In my past life, they wore the same faces.

Madison was the first person to repost the cyberbullying video.

She even said in the company group: "Having someone like this in our department is so embarrassing."

Later, when someone doxxed my home address, Tony twisted the knife: "Someone like that doesn't deserve to live in that neighborhood."

Now they stood here, surrounding me.

Their eyes full of contempt, as if I were some cold-blooded animal.

I felt not a ripple of emotion inside. I simply said calmly:

"My car is mine to sell whenever I want. I don't have a car. Don't come asking me."

Kate let out another scream, this time much louder than before.

Her face really did turn pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her lips purple, even her breathing becoming rapid.

The people around started panicking. "Call 911 quick!"

Someone shouted, "Right, right, call 911!"

Carter pulled out his phone, his hands shaking.

Kate collapsed on the floor, still crying, still screaming in pain.

But her eyes looked past the crowd, staring straight at me.

Full of hatred. She hated me for not taking her.

In my past life, after I obediently served her for a month, I also supplemented my knowledge about babies extensively.

I read over a dozen books and watched hundreds of educational videos online.

The videos said that when the umbilical cord wraps around the neck three or more times, the probability of fetal death is already extremely high.

Especially in late pregnancy, the wrapping causes insufficient blood supply. It has nothing to do with riding in a car or bumpy roads.

But they insisted it was my fault. I was guilt-ridden and devastated.

Until I accidentally saw text messages on Kate's phone that she sent to Marcus during her late pregnancy.

The baby clearly had the cord wrapped around its neck, yet they still refused a cesarean section.

She and her husband had been waiting for this day from the start, waiting for a "sucker" to take them.

The sound of an ambulance came from downstairs.

I stood in place, motionless.

The moment Kate was lifted onto the stretcher, she looked at me again.

I smiled at her. That smile held no warmth.

"Kate, don't blame the wrong person this time." After Kate was carried away, the office was quiet for less than half an hour.

Then my phone started buzzing.

In the company group, Kate was handing out good person cards:

"Thank you everyone for calling 911 for me just now. Without you all, I really wouldn't have known what to do."

"I'm at the hospital now. I'll be going into the delivery room soon."

"Thank you all so much. You're all my lifesavers..."

Three messages in a row, the tone excessively polite.

Then she added a fourth.

"But I still want to say, some people can't be so cold-blooded. Refusing to help will bring karmic retribution!"

After the message went out, the group fell silent for a dozen seconds.

Madison was the first to respond: "Some people are like that. When they buy a new car, they want the whole world to know. But when it's time to actually use it, they play dead."

Carter followed closely: "Exactly. Kate even helped her get breakfast all the time."

Tony sent a sarcastic emoji with the caption "heh."

Other people in the group started talking too.

"What's going on? Who's cold-blooded?"

"I heard Alice refused to help? The pregnant woman was about to give birth and she wouldn't even lend her car?"

"Not wouldn't lendshe said she sold it."

"The Tesla she just bought for 0-000,000. She said she sold it. Who's going to believe that?"

Messages came one after another. The group exploded.

I didn't reply. Not a single word.

I stood up, pushed my chair back, and walked straight to the manager's office.

When I pushed the door open, Mr. Pierre was holding his thermos and reading the group messages.

He looked up when he saw me. His expression clearly paused as he turned his phone face-down on the desk.

"Alice, have a seat."

I didn't sit.

"Mr. Pierre, I'm resigning."

The air went quiet for two seconds.

Mr. Pierre furrowed his brows:

"You just got top sales for the quarter. Your bonus hasn't even been paid yet. Do you know how much the quarterly bonus is? $80,000. If you leave now, you won't get a cent."

"Just because of what they said in the group? Let them talk. It's not like you're losing anything."

I shook my head. "It's not because of that."

Mr. Pierre sighed and pulled out a piece of paper from his drawer, pushing it over.

"Are you sure? Once you sign this, the bonus is gone."

I picked up the pen and signed my name on the resignation letter without hesitation.

"I don't need it. My health isn't good."

In my past life, the despair of being wrongly accused was vivid. Not a single person at the company stood up for me. Many even stabbed me in the back.

That's when I understoodKate targeted me as a sucker because I was top sales.

The others were unrecognizable due to jealousy.

Now I was staying away from this pit of fire. I wanted to see who else they'd target!

Mr. Pierre looked at me for a few seconds and didn't try to persuade me further.

He put the resignation letter in his drawer, stood up, and shook my hand.

"Alice, you're the best salesperson I've ever managed. If you ever want to come back, find me anytime."

I nodded at him and turned to walk out of the office.

As I passed through the office area, several people looked up at me.

Madison's gaze scraped over me like a knife. She muttered under her breath, "Guilty conscience, huh."

Carter leaned over to whisper with her, and both of them laughed together.

I didn't look at them.

I picked up my bag from the desk, took off my ID badge and placed it on the keyboard, and walked out without looking back.

The moment the elevator doors closed, I realized my palms were covered in sweat.

Since being reborn, this was the first moment I truly felt alive again.

After leaving the company building, I pulled out my phone and dialed my cousin Molina's number.

"Molina, help me look into someone."

"Who?"

"Kate. Obstetrics. Just admitted. Help me check her prenatal examination records."

There was silence on the other end for two seconds. Molina's voice lowered: "Why are you checking her prenatal records? That's not according to protocol."

I paused, then said word by word:

"I suspect there's something wrong with the baby in her belly."

"Make sure to photograph all the records for evidence. Examination reports, consent forms, doctor's notessave everything."

Only after Molina assured me repeatedly did I hang up. At ten that night, in the small group I hadn't left, messages were still coming.

Someone gossiped curiously in the group:

"Do you think Kate's having a boy or a girl?"

Bella responded fastest: "Definitely a boy. Look how pointy her belly is. Round is a girl, pointy is a boy. The old saying is never wrong."

"Boy or girl, as long as it's safe."

"Kate has such good relationships. God will definitely bless her."

As they talked, the topic gradually turned to me.

Tony sent a message: "Speaking of which, since Alice didn't take Kate today, shouldn't she make up for it somehow? Buying something to compensate isn't too much to ask, right?"

Madison replied instantly: "Exactly. The pregnant woman was about to give birth and she refused to help. Shouldn't she at least buy some bird's nest to visit her later?"

"I bet Alice never sold that car at all. It was just an excuse not to take her."

"Someone @ her and make her come out and say something."

Someone @'d me. I ignored it.

Messages kept coming.

I stared at the screen, reading word by word.

These people were the same in my past life.

Madison led the charge demanding I pay compensation. Tony egged Marcus on to sue me in court. Carter posed as an "insider" online to spread rumors.

Now, before the baby was even born, they were already arranging how I should "atone."

My phone buzzed. It was a voice message from Molina.

I played it. Her voice was very low but extremely fast:

"The baby didn't make it. The doctor said it was due to umbilical cord strangulation causing suffocation, directly related to the mother's refusal of a cesarean section."

I stared at this message for a long time.

At this time in my past life, I was kneeling in the hospital corridor kowtowing until my forehead bled, my mouth repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Marcus stood beside me filming a video, the camera shoved in my face, his voice cold:

"Everyone look. This is the perpetrator's attitude."

That video went viral the next day.

In this life, I just wanted to see how they'd continue their act without me.

Early the next morning, I opened a short video platform. A topic hung prominently on the trending list.

I clicked on the first video. Marcus stood at the company entrance with a white banner with black letters behind him.

"Heartless company abuses pregnant womangive me back my son!"

Kate's parents were collapsed on the ground crying. Seven or eight relatives stood nearby. Some held phones livestreaming, others cursed. The scene was even bigger than in my past life.

The video already had over ten thousand comments. Netizens were commenting with all kinds of opinions.

"This kind of company should be exposed!"

"Are the managers hiding too? Pay compensation!"

"The coworkers are all accomplices!"

In the livestream, Madison and Carter were trapped inside the revolving door, their faces completely pale.

Suddenly, Bella squeezed out from the crowd.

She rushed up to Marcus, her voice shrill and urgent:

"Stop making a scene! The person who killed your son isn't the company! It's Alice!

She refused to drive your wife to the hospital! If you're looking for revenge, go find her!"

Marcus froze for a moment, then cried even louder:

"Where's that bitch? Make her come out!"

"She resigned! She ran away!" Bella pointed back at the company entrance. "We're all good people! She's the only cold-blooded animal! Go find her, not us!"

Carter also shouted: "Right, right, it has nothing to do with us! Alice refused to help!"

Madison shrank in the back, nodding vigorously.

Various discussions came from the crowd.

"Is she fleeing from guilt?"

"If she'd driven the pregnant woman to the hospital right away, maybe the baby could've been saved."

"So cold-blooded. If it were me, I definitely would've taken her immediately."

I stood outside the crowd, listening to everyone's discussions and watching my coworkers' righteous indignation.

Suddenly, I smiled and said loudly:

"You want me, someone without a car, to take a pregnant woman? With my two legs?"