My Sister Gave Me a Lethal Pendant

I headed home after I was done. While I was on the road, Simon called me on the phone. "I have a business trip that will last a few days, Eliza. Take good care of yourself at home, and don't take off that pendant Denise gave you."

Was Simon really going on a business trip? I would know the answer if I asked, but even if I did, it would just be out of normal curiosity.

I trusted Simon a lot in my past life, and I believed everything he said without a doubt. In this life, I had given up on Simon. I would not believe anything he said, much less feel the need to ask any questions.

I had single-handedly built my company, and after marrying Simon, he resigned from his original job and took the initiative to help me manage my company. When I got pregnant, Simon convinced me to rest at home and hand the company over to him.

Denise supported the idea as well. "It upsets Simon to see you working so hard. He doesn't want you to overexert yourself. You can rest without a worry at home until your due date with Simon helping you out. All you need to do is be a happy future mom."

After I died in my previous life, they took over my company and usurped the fruits of my hard labor. This time, there was no way I was going to let them take anything from me.

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Denise showed up again after a few days. She kept staring at my neck the moment she entered the door to confirm that I still had the pendant around my neck.

I saw her sigh with relief when she saw me still wearing it. Denise placed her phone on the table, took out a promotional pamphlet from her purse, and passed it to me.

She looked at me tauntingly, "Take a look at this, Eliza. It's a luxurious center for postpartum care that my boyfriend booked for me. It costs more than 200,000 dollars per month."

Simon claimed that he was going on a business trip, but he was really taking Denise to make a booking at the center. That center was the best and most expensive in the city. I could not bear to spend so much on myself, but Simon was using the money I had saved to spend it on Denise.

My face fell as I took the pamphlet from Denise, and I pretended to be mad. "You're about to go into labor soon, yet as your sister, I've never seen the baby's father before. When will you let me meet him?"

Denise looked shy as she went to the sofa and sat down, while helping herself to the fruits on the table. "Don't be anxious, Eliza. You'll meet him once my baby is born."

That was when Denise's phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang. I glanced at the phone and saw the name on Denise's phone screen displaying as 'Honey'. The call was from her boyfriend, who had never shown himself before.

I knew 'Honey' was Simon.

The phone was near me, so I reached out to pick it up and said out loud on purpose, "Denise! Your future hubby is calling you. I'll pick the call up on your behalf, all right?"

Denise panicked when she heard me, and she jumped from the couch to hurry over to me to snatch the phone from my hand. However, she slipped and lost her balance. She slammed to the ground with a loud crash, with her belly taking the impact.