Tracy became increasingly overweight, resembling a moving mound of flesh, with layers of fat accumulating around her abdomen, completely obscuring any sign of a pregnancy.
Yet she didn't find anything strange about it; every day, she just opened her mouth wide for the nanny to shove food into it.
"My son is so good; he even knows how to nourish his mother. Being fat is a blessing, unlike those wretched women who look pale and thin during pregnancy."
As the due date approached, she had turned into a blob of flesh lying on the bed, with fat spilling over the edges, creating a rather disturbing sight.
Unlike the stillness of her belly in my past life, this time her belly was rising and falling every day.
So she didn't notice anything unusual, just like before.
"My son is so strong. He truly deserves to be called a dragon prince!" She struggled to lift her head and stared at the bulge on her belly.
But in reality, that was just her stomach and intestines reacting. Her child had long been dead.
With the due date fast approaching, I grew increasingly anxious, urging George to come home every day.
"George Lloyd, you must be here when I give birth." I said, wiping my tears.