Cancer-Stricken Mother-in-law's Conspiracy Revealed!1
On the wedding day, my frail mother-in-law asked for my birth date and time, saying she wanted to pray for my safety.
To not disappoint her good intentions, I gave her the information right away.
Unexpectedly, I, who had always been healthy, suddenly died three months after the wedding.
On the day I died, my husband brought his pregnant mistress into the house. My mother-in-law even thanked me with a rosy face, saying, "Good girl, rest well. I will live well using your lifespan."
I was reborn, and I returned to the day of the wedding.
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"Dear, give me your birth date and time. So, I can go to the church and pray for your safety," Mia tugged at my sleeve, looking at me eagerly.
In my past life, I thought she meant well. I gave her my birth details and even bought her many supplements after the wedding.
She held my hand and smiled, saying, "Dear, you're too sweet."
Back then, I naively thought she truly saw me as a daughter until I suddenly died and realized she had treated me so badly!
"Dear, why aren't you saying anything?" Mia shook my arm and asked with concern.
My memories were interrupted, and my gaze refocused on her pale face. I suppressed my hatred and faked a smile as I replied, "Thank you for your kindness, but I forgot the birth details."
After that, I excused myself, saying I was too tired from the wedding and needed to rest. She persistently followed me. No matter how she asked, I only replied, "I can't remember."
Mia got anxious and immediately grabbed my husband, Ethan Jones. She said, "Ethan, I want to pray for Luna's safety, but she doesn't appreciate it!
"On the first day of marriage, she's already treating me like this. Won't she just tear me apart in the future!"
I sneered in my heart. In my previous life, I accepted her kindness, but ended up dead and couldn't even keep the house my parents left me.
In this life, I would make sure they all paid the price!
"Honey, my mom treats you like her own daughter and wants to pray for your safety. Being so guarded will hurt her feelings!"
Just as he was about to continue criticizing me, I pretended to be considerate and said, "Honey, I forgot the birth details. I'll call my aunt tomorrow to ask."
They only sighed in relief after seeing me agree.
Early the next morning, I went to find my friend, Sofia White, who was born into a family of priests.