Chapter 1Dragged to Hell by My Neighbor's Wife, I Sent Her and Her Husband to Heaven

During my internship after graduation, a petite pregnant woman moved in next door.

I kindly shared my freshly bought mangoes with her and offered her rides to prenatal check-ups on my way to work.

However, she lured me to her place and allowed her husband to assault me.

"Claire, don't blame me. You fresh college graduates are perfect for my husband to release his urges on."

Afterwards, they pushed me off the rooftop and spread rumors that I had seduced her husband during her pregnancy, leading to my accidental fall when she caught us.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day the neighbor first visited my apartment.

Once again, I stood in my rented apartment, holding a plate of freshly peeled mango slices.

Sitting in the living room was my neighbor from apartment 1622, her eyes gleaming as she stared at the fruit in my hands.

The mango I had chosen this time was particularly juicy and fragrant.

Before I could react, Mia eagerly grabbed two large pieces and started devouring them.

She took the two biggest slices, which accounted for almost half of what I had prepared.

"I'm not eating much, just these two pieces will do," she said.

"Claire, the fruit you bought is so delicious. My husband says we need to save money for the baby's formula, so he won't let me buy such expensive things."

Hearing her tone, identical to my previous life, I finally realized I had been reborn.

I was a resident at the city hospital, having just started my internship and rented this apartment closest to the hospital.

The woman before me was my new neighbor. She said her name was Mia and that she was nineteen years old.

When Mia first greeted me, I was shocked by how thin she was.

She wasn't tall, with an obviously protruding belly, but as a pregnant woman, her face was sallow, clearly malnourished.

Her husband was always out early and back late, rarely seen accompanying his wife. Yet she seemed content, often posting pregnancy vlogs on TikTok.

"Ugh, being fertile is such a pain. Accidentally got pregnant after some fun with hubby. He's so happy, can't wait to see what our little one will look like!"

"It's 9 PM now, and my husband just got off work. He works so hard! I made him a bowl of noodles, feeling so blessed!"

The picture showed her making a peace sign next to a bowl of noodles.

In reality, living next door, I could hear her husband yelling at her drunkenly almost every night before bed.

In my previous life, concerned about her thinness, I asked and learned that her diet consisted mainly of vegetables, with little meat or fruit.

This was because her husband said eating those things could lead to gestational hypertension and diabetes, making childbirth more difficult.

When she told me this, Mia's face was full of shyness and happiness.

As a doctor, I kindly reminded her that pregnant women should have a balanced diet for the baby's healthy development.

Her husband, however, was very impatient. "Isn't there fruit? Eating one type is enough. Why waste more money?"

But the "fruit" he mentioned was just a bag of bruised apples he had bought for his wife.

"Men have it tough out there. It's not like you women who can make money so easily, just by spreading your legs."

I couldn't stand it and argued with him, only to receive his contemptuous mockery.

"You're so young, how did you get into the city hospital? Who knows what methods you used?"

Even Mia, with teary eyes, tried to persuade me, "Claire, just listen to my husband. We women should know our place."

I was bewildered and cut off contact with this bizarre couple afterwards.

But on a rainy night, Mia knocked on my door, crying about abdominal pain.

"Please, save my baby. I'm in so much pain. Can you take me to the hospital..."

As a doctor, I couldn't ignore someone in need, so I finally opened the door.

However, as soon as I helped her sit down, her husband rushed out and covered my mouth, forcibly dragging me into their apartment.

Mia remained indifferent, allowing me to be assaulted by him.

"I'm pregnant now, so it's inconvenient for me to have sex with my husband. You fresh graduates are clean, perfect for satisfying my husband's urges."

"It's just sex, you won't die from it."

After the assault, seeing my fierce resistance, they feared I would report to the police and even threw me off the balcony of the 16th floor.

When I died, I was naked, lying in a pool of blood.

Facing the police and reporters, Mia still defended her husband, crying:

"I wanted to be friends with her, but she seduced my husband. When I discovered them, she ran away and fell from upstairs."

Suddenly, public opinion overwhelmingly mocked me, saying I deserved it.

At this moment, I gritted my teeth and quickly took away the plate of mangoes I had put on the table.

She immediately pouted.

"What are you doing? It's my baby who wants to eat, not me."

I smiled and said, "If you want to eat, let your husband buy it for you. Whoever does it should be responsible."

Mia became anxious, "How can you be like this? It's just a bit of your food, why are you being so stingy?"

In the next second, I snatched away the two pieces she was holding and eating, and threw them into the trash without hesitation.

"Then don't eat these two bites either."