Marriage Destroyer: Not the Mistress, But the Mother-in-law!1
My name was Georgia Burns. My mother-in-law, Wendy Beck, was a phony, always pretending to be understanding when outsiders were around.
But when I had trouble giving birth, she didn't allow me to have a C-section.
I suffered in the operating room for 10 hours and was tortured to death by her after being discharged from the hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the time when I was pregnant.
Wendy was so jealous. Wearing pajamas, she pitifully said that she felt so cold.
I sneered and mocked, "Go sleep with a dog. It can provide you with warmth."
You think you get to control me again, Wendy?
This time, I want both you and your son to pay the price.
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At one o'clock in the morning, in the pitch-black room, my husband, Keith Duncan, and I were naked, passionately having sex.
The bedroom door suddenly opened, scaring us into hastily getting dressed.
When I turned on the light, I saw Wendy standing at the doorway in her pajamas.
As I watched this familiar scene, a sharp pain pierced my brain, and I finally woke up.
Was I ... reborn?
In my previous life, I was tortured to death by Wendy and Keith after giving birth.
After I died, my soul did not perish. I discovered her secret, and I was so filled with hatred, but there was nothing I could do.
"Keith, are you asleep?" Wendy's coquettish voice brought me back to reality.
I desperately suppressed my hatred and pretended to be calm.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Keith asked.
"It's so cold. I can't sleep alone." Wendy frowned slightly, looking pitiful.
I was filled with resentment because this wasn't the first time Wendy had acted like this.
At first, she always joined our conversations.
Back then, I was glad that I was lucky because Wendy was a reasonable mother-in-law.
But later, every time Keith and I wanted to have sex, Wendy would barge in and interrupt the titillating atmosphere.
Now she even barged in in the middle of the night.
It was only then that I realized something was wrong.
Therefore, I wanted to talk to Keith.
But Keith didn't take it seriously.
"Are you jealous of my mom? You're crazy!"
In this life, Wendy, the drama queen, looked at me pitifully.
"Georgia, you won't mind, will you?"
I looked at her hypocritical appearance and sneered.
"It's so cold? You know what? Coffins are airtight and warm. Why don't you go find yourself a coffin and sleep inside?"