After Their Betrayal, My Revenge BeganChapter 1
After my husband, Jimmy Watts, died, I could see his spirit floating in the air.
While sorting through his belongings, I heard him say, "Luckily, she didn't find the property certificate for the house I gave to Ashley."
My hand, clutching the belongings, paused.
I didn't say a word, but immediately contacted a lawyer. Using the proof of marital property, I reclaimed the house he had secretly gifted me.
On the day the house was reclaimed, his spirit paced anxiously in the living room.
But the next second, I heard him sigh with relief, "Luckily, I placed Ashley and my child in her care. Knowing her personality, she'll definitely treat the child well. This is a kind of guarantee for them."
I remained silent, but that same day I contacted an orphanage and sent the adopted son away.
They didn't know how hard-earned my money was. I would never let this illegitimate child take advantage of me in the slightest.
——
I had just rushed outside the emergency room when I was forcefully pulled back.
It was Jimmy's aunt. Her eyes were bloodshot as she roared, "Chrystal, you jinx!”
“If you hadn't been so vain, constantly pressuring Jimmy to buy you this and that, would he have gotten into an accident on his way to pick out your anniversary gift?"
My mother-in-law also pounced on me, grabbing my arm and twisting it hard. "Jimmy was such an honest and hardworking man. He never had a moment's peace after marrying you!”
“He worked himself to the bone for this family and you were still ungrateful, insisting on some lousy anniversary gift that cost him his life."
My in-laws immediately surrounded me, each one adding their own accusations, placing all the blame on me.
I opened my mouth, wanting to explain that I had only casually mentioned that our anniversary was coming up soon and I had never intended to pressure Jimmy to buy anything.
But now, the words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter a single one.
Marci Watts, my son's reaction was the most suffocating. He yanked my sleeve and shook me hard.
“Mommy, you’re so bad! Daddy died because you wanted a present. Because of you, I don’t have a daddy anymore.”
Children speak the truth most bluntly—and it hurts the most.
Guilt grew wildly like vines, suffocating me.
Yes, if I hadn't brought up the anniversary, Jimmy wouldn't have gone out at that time and he wouldn't have had the car accident.