I Lost My Husband To Her Joke, I Returned RebornChapter 1
Mom always loved to joke, no matter the occasion or place.
At my daughter’s first birthday banquet, she pulled out a fake paternity test report and, with tears in her eyes, cried to my husband.
“Although my daughter cheated on you and made you raise another man’s child, she has already promised me she will change!”
The entire hall instantly froze.
I tried my best to explain, but who would believe that a mother could speak such nonsense about her own child? My husband couldn’t accept it. He broke down on the spot and leapt to his death before my eyes.
When a life was gone, Mom finally pretended to apologize. “I was just joking. Who knew he would take it seriously?”
But my dad and younger brother only added fuel to the fire.
“Maybe he already suspected you, that’s why he believed it!”
“Exactly. If you hadn’t been unchaste yourself, who would believe such a joke?”
Despair swallowed me whole. Amid the curses of my in-laws and the condemning stares of everyone present, I staggered back step by step, lost my footing, and plunged from the tall building.
If I had another chance, I swore I would make Mom personally taste just how funny her joke truly was.
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1
My daughter’s cries pulled me out of my dream. I blinked, staring blankly at her tear-streaked little face.
My husband, Rocco Craig, rubbed his eyes, then lifted her into his arms with practiced ease, murmuring comfort.
He turned to me with a smile. “Our daughter hasn’t been sleeping well lately. You’d better sleep in the second bedroom, so you won’t be disturbed and complain about dark circles tomorrow.”
A sharp buzz filled my head. Only when Rocco nudged me out of the master bedroom and I caught sight of the date on my phone did the truth sink in. I had been reborn.
Reborn one week before my mother, Veda, ruined everything with her so-called joke.
In just seven days, it would be my daughter’s first birthday banquet. We had reserved a hotel hall for the occasion. Yet during the so-called grab ceremony, Mom had casually placed a file envelope on the table.
“Baby, grab this one. If you grab this, you’ll know who your real father is.”
At first, I thought I had misheard her, my mind blank, my tongue forgetting to question it.
But Veda continued, speaking as if to herself.