My Mother Stole My Babies for Luck,And Framed Me for Murder

I've given birth three times before. Every single baby arrived on New Year's Eve.

My mom always said children born on New Year's Eve were blessed by fortune—destined for wealth.

The reality? Every single one of my babies died the moment they were born.

Three husbands divorced me over it. They all said the same thing: I was cursed. A woman who devoured her own children. A walking disaster.

But here's the strange part—within six months of each divorce, another man would appear. Richer. More handsome. More desperate.

They'd practically beg me to marry them.