Meanwhile, I stuck to extremely light and healthy meals.
"Unlucky people like you deserve to eat this kind of food," Tracy said, shoving fatty meat into her mouth while eyeing my nutritious meal.
I just smiled and said nothing.
Go ahead, eat more; after all, your child will ultimately die in your womb.
I fed Tracy like I was feeding a pig, keeping a close watch on her every day, terrified she might suddenly decide to go to the hospital for a check-up or even accidentally miscarry.
I wanted her to feel the despair and pain I experienced in my past life when my child was born still.
As the days passed, Tracy grew increasingly irritable, but her belly was expanding at a very slow rate.
In contrast, my own belly was growing normally, with my child thriving inside.
She felt proud, believing her son was different from others, needing more nutrition, which was why he was growing slowly.
"Oh, my dragon prince is just special. He needs a lot of nutrition, which is why he grows slowly!"
"Unlike some unlucky people, whose bellies are so big they might burst!"
But only I knew that her son had already died; her belly was only getting bigger because the food I fed her was making her gain weight.