Mother-in-law Wants to Change the Fate of the Whole Family1
In my previous life, my mother-in-law Lauren Hanson dressed my son in a black fur vest.
I thought that the vest looked filthy, and I wasn't sure what material it was made of, so I feared it might cause illness.
But she insisted, "I spent a lot of money consulting a master. If he wears it for a full month, our whole family will change our fate."
I refused firmly, and she kicked me out of the house.
A month later, when I returned, her entire family was dead.
My newborn child, still trapped in that vest, was covered in thick black fur.
Panicking, I rushed him to the hospital to figure out what was wrong.
He became violent and, with a mouth full of irregular sharp teeth, tore open my throat.
When I woke up, I was back at the moment Lauren pulled out the vest.
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"Yaritza, bring the baby over. Let me measure him, and see how the vest fits."
Lauren said, holding up the black-fur vest. A disgusting, rancid stench hit my nose.
Everything was exactly as it had been before.
My husband Rowan Gilbert grimaced and pinched his nose. "Mom, where did you get that thing?"
"What do you mean 'that thing'? It's a treasure! I consulted a master, and as long as my grandson wears this for a full month, promotions, raises, and even winning the lottery will be a breeze."
Lauren said proudly, explaining the origins of the vest.
"I heard it from a lady in your community. There's a master who lives nearby. I specially invited her to help, and she gave me this ancient treasure! Even the meat on the table is special. Ordinary people don't get to taste this," she added with satisfaction.
She spent the past week wandering around the neighborhood with a net every day. I didn't understand why she had to dress like that to see the master.
The dishes in front of us, particularly the three meat dishes, all had a strange odor.
Lauren considered them delicacies and had even invited my brother-in-law Parker Gilbert's family over to share the meal.
In my previous life, I had thought it was just ordinary beef and was about to take a bite when she slapped my hand away.
"Not a bite for you today! Behave yourself!" she snapped.
She had never dared speak to me like that before.
Everyone knew I was the one in charge at home.
Lauren had only moved in after begging me several times.
Initially, I had planned to hire a nanny to help care for my newborn.