Clara Stuart Eleanor Novel The Auspicious Womb

In my last life, my mother revealed our family secretI had an Auspicious Womb that could cure death. To repay a debt, she married me to Stuart Sheen, a dying heir.
A month later, I was pregnant with triplets. Stuart miraculously recovered. His family rewarded me with wealth, promising our child would be heir.
But during labor, Stuart imprisoned me. He forced our first child back, killing all three. As I bled out, he hissed: "I was never sick! You tore me from Seraphina, driving her to suicide!"
He carved out my womb and dumped me at Seraphinas grave: "Try conceiving a dead mans child. Lets see if your luck revives her."
Dying, I realized wed thanked the wrong person. The Sheens ruined my parentsmy father heartbroken, my mother insane.
Then I woke up, back to the day Eleanor Sheen came for me.

1
Is it true? Mrs. Sheen asked, her voice a mixture of hope and skepticism. This Auspicious Womb of yours. Is it really so miraculous it can pull a man back from the brink of death?
I smiled calmly. If youre sick, you see a doctor. Trust in science. This whole Auspicious Womb thing is just an old superstition of my mothers. Please, dont take it seriously.
The nature of my body had always been our familys most guarded secret. In my past life, if we hadnt mistaken my saviors identity, I never would have ended up shackled to Stuart Sheen. But instead of gratitude, he had repaid my sacrifice by annihilating my family.
This time, I was eager to see what would become of him without me.
But even with my dismissal, Mrs. Sheen was relentless.
Id rather believe and be wrong than not believe and regret it, she insisted. Theres no downside for you in marrying my son. We have to at least try.
The Sheens were a powerful family. If they wanted something, they had ways of making it happen. I frowned, trying to formulate another excuse, when Stuart himself stormed into the room.
Mother, I will not marry Clara, he declared, his voice tight with anger. The only woman I will ever marry is Seraphina!
Seeing his vehement reaction, I knew instantly. He was reborn, too.
Mrs. Sheen looked troubled. But Stuart, your health
There is nothing wrong with my health! he spat, shoving a folder at her. This is my real medical report. The stomach cancer, the so-called need for a luck-bringing marriageits all a lie fabricated by Clara and her mother to claw their way into our family!
She scanned the document, and the look she gave me turned to ice. Without another word, she ordered the staff to throw me out.
I was disgusted by the scene, but I wanted nothing more to do with them anyway. I turned to leave.
I hadn't taken more than a few steps before Stuarts voice barked from behind me. Stop!
I pretended not to hear him and kept walking.
Clara Monroe, I told you to stop! Are you deaf?
He jogged to catch up, but as he reached me, he doubled over, spewing a shocking amount of blood onto the pavement. His body clearly couldn't handle the strain.
I recoiled in disgust. Is there something you need?
My reaction infuriated him. How dare you? You were always the first one to panic whenever this happened. Why arent you worried now?
I was worried then because I thought he was my husband, the man who had saved my life. But he was neither. He was my family's destroyer. Why would I ever care for him again?
You must be mistaken, Mr. Sheen. We dont know each other. Today is the first
Stop pretending, Clara, he cut me off, his voice dripping with venom. The moment you told my mother the Auspicious Womb was a lie, I knew you were reborn, too!
The charade was over. I met his gaze. And?
Stuart sneered. Dont think you can fool me this time with your lies about cancer and lucky pregnancies. And that whole story about marrying me to repay a debt? Laughable. I never saved you.
His smug, self-satisfied expression was infuriating. But I couldnt be bothered to argue with a dead man walking. I just wanted to set the record straight.
Rest assured, Mr. Sheen. I mistook my savior, and I have no interest in you. I have absolutely no intention of marrying you this time.

2
His face darkened at my words, but I paid him no mind.
Just then, an ambulance, sirens screaming, sped out from a nearby gated estate. If I remembered correctly, that was the Ford residence. And Eric Ford was my true savior.
In my last life, he died on the day of my wedding to Stuart. A good man like him deserved a better fate. This time, I wouldn't let him die.
My expression shifted, and I started towards the road, intending to follow the ambulance to the hospital.
But Stuart snapped his fingers. A group of his security guards appeared out of nowhere, seized me, and dragged me to one of his private penthouses, locking me inside.