Inside the delivery room, the wealthiest man in the country, Leonard Gardner, was absolutely losing it. He was yelling at the top of his lungs at the medical staff.
"Figure it out! Save my wife, not the child! If anything happens to her, I'll make sure this entire hospital burns to the ground!"
Meanwhile, still floating in the womb, I let out a small, exasperated sigh.
[So this is my overbearing billionaire dad? Wow, he really does love my mom. He's so devoted! He's one of a kind, alright. My moms truly blessed!]
Right then, as if someone had hit pause, both the raging billionaire and the sobbing heiress froze mid-freakout. They stared at each other, stunned.
And just like that, I cracked a tiny smile.
Bingo. They heard me.
That confirmed the Heart-Voice Skill was real. The best part was that it had a specific direction. I could aim it and pick who heard what with complete control and total stealth.
Back in our previous lives, my sister had this same gift. Only, she never figured out how to use it. Hers was set on default and broadcast mode. Every thought she had, no matter how nasty, blasted through to the whole room like surround sound.
So when she heard Leonard shout, "Save my wife, not the child," she totally lost it.
Right there in the womb.
[What kind of idiot says that out loud? Faking the whole devoted husband thing for show? Please, bet his mistress has already had a litter of kids for him. What a fraud!]
And of course, her toxic little tantrum turned the entire delivery room into a mess.
The billionaire's wife, Judy Gardner, who is now my mom, was on the verge of losing her composure. Her emotions were already running high, and hearing those thoughts pushed her over the edge.
The poor guy had to fall to his knees, swearing his eternal love, to help her breathe normally again.
Then the baby came, and my sister was born.
And the billionaire?
He didn't even look at her. He clutched his wife like she was the only thing in the world and cried like a man who'd just seen his life flash before his eyes.
"My love, you scared me half to death."
My sister, of course, started her usual snark:
[I'm your baby, remember? Not even a glance my way, and you're still putting on this act? And that saggy old cow actually buys it? What a joke. Someone hand her a mirror. She's not even close to being billionaire-wife material.]
Just like that, the billionaire's expression turned to stone.
He ordered the nurses to take her away.
And his wife?
She spiraled into a paranoid mess, convinced this 'baby' wasn't really a blessing, but some cursed, reincarnated mistress trying to seduce her man—a walking, squirming debt collector from a past life.
She was hated before she even opened her eyes.
But me? I was going to rewrite the story.
This time, they weren't just going to like me; they were going to love, adore, and protect me as if I were made of glass and sunshine.
A lovestruck billionaire and a sweet, gullible wife?
That's easy. I was built for this.
I fired up the Heart-Voice Skill again:
[Why are Daddy Leon and Mommy Judy crying because of me? No, no... I don't want them to cry. I have to be strong for them.]
I shifted around in the warm fluid, just enough to face the direction of the ultrasound probe. Then, with the steadiest grip my tiny baby hands could manage, I reached for the cord wrapped around my neck.
One loop. Two loops.
Slowly, carefully, I unwound it.
[All done! No more tears, Daddy and Mommy. Baby fixed the bad cord all by herself!]
Their eyes flew to the screen.
They leaned in close, both of them wide-eyed and barely breathing.
"Dr. Wilson, quick! Look at the screen! Is the cord gone? Did she just...?"
The entire medical team stood frozen, their voices shaking as they stared at the monitor, as if it were a live magic show.
"Mr. Gardner, Mrs. Gardner... this is a miracle!"
"Your daughter must have an incredible bond with you. She just unwrapped the cord herself."
"She's not just a baby. She's an angel. A genius little angel! Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Gardner!"
My parents clutched each other like they'd just seen God. They were crying again, but now the tears were of joy.
And of course, my dad, being the dramatic billionaire he is, didn't hesitate to make a move worthy of headlines.
"Reward everyone. A $100,000 bonus for every single staff member in this hospital!"
The same medical staff who'd been sweating bullets minutes ago? Yes, they erupted into cheers as if it were the Super Bowl.
One minute, he's threatening to set the place on fire.
The next, he's throwing hundred-thousand-dollar thank-yous around like party favors, all because of me.
A not-even-born miracle princess.
Just as the mood in the room began to calm down, an ear-piercing scream erupted from the next wall over.
"What do you mean, complications?! Go find your top labor coach right now! If this delivery goes south, I swear I'll blow this shady hospital up all over the internet!"
That voice…
Yep, no surprise there. The third-rate actress, Vivian Lennox.
For a second, I'd almost forgotten she was here, too.
Just like last time, my sister and I were being born at the same time with only a single wall between us.
Even in our rebirth, we still couldn't stay away from each other.
