Chapter 1Fired for High-Age Pregnancy: How Comments Made Me Take Action Against My Boss

After ten years of grinding at the company, my boss, convinced my pregnancy was to blame for a drop in performance, tried to force me out. I filed a labor arbitration claim against him and cut off all my business partnerships. Eventually, the company went bankrupt, and the boss faced court enforcement. Desperate and cornered, he blamed everything on me. On the day I was supposed to give birth, he intentionally ran me over with his car in a fit of rage, killing me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my boss first started making my life hell.

Suddenly, a few lines of comments popped up above my head:

[The protagonist's reborn! Go get 'em! Ruthlessly crush everyone, equally!]

[Love watching the protagonist go insane, if it's not messy, I'm not watching!]

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I looked at the floating comments above my head, bewildered. The slight bump of my belly and my hurrying colleagues jolted me awake. I had been reborn! I gasped, taking deep, excited breaths, my eyes welling up. It's real! It's real! My baby's still here.

Amber frowned, her face etched with disdain. She rapped a file box sharply on my desk. "Manager Lee, are you dense?" she snapped. "I told you pregnant women aren't suited for work. Look at you—I'm just trying to brief you on a project, and you start crying! Honestly, first thing in the morning, how unlucky!"

Seeing me ignore her, Amber tossed a final remark over her shoulder as she sashayed away. "You can explain to the boss why your sales are down now that you're pregnant."

I looked down at the date on my phone. On this very day in my previous life, the boss had sent his conniving assistant, Amber, to subtly torment me. At noon, he called me in, using my declining sales performance as an excuse to force me into early maternity leave, even though I was only five months pregnant. In the afternoon, he had me move out of my manager's office and removed me from the company's organizational chart. That evening, I received my termination notice.

I had worked at this company for ten years; no one had more seniority than me, except the boss himself. The company had grown from a cramped storage room of less than 100 square feet to its current 20,000 square feet. Over those ten years of growth, I had contributed 70% of the company's revenue. Yet, simply because I was pregnant with my second child at an older age, and my performance wasn't what it used to be, I was forcibly laid off. My decade of dedication had been utterly wasted on a scumbag.

In my previous life, after being laid off, I collected evidence and filed a labor arbitration lawsuit demanding legal compensation. I also severed ties between my loyal clients and the company's business. Without my clientele, the company's revenue plummeted, leading to its eventual collapse and bankruptcy. All of Leo's assets were seized by the court to repay bank loans. Cornered and desperate, Leo blamed everything on me. On the day I was supposed to give birth, he ran me over with his car right outside the hospital in a fit of rage, killing me. Even after hitting me, he wasn't satisfied, repeatedly running over my body with his car.

Now, with a second chance at life, I absolutely would not let that tragedy repeat itself.

At noon, in the conference room, lines of comments appeared before my eyes again.