Chapter 1

"Julie! You killed my mother!"

My husband, Gary Cleat, yelled at me angrily through the phone, "Come here now and bring enough cash with you! You're going to be the kids' mother now!"

Gary's anxious voice ringing in my ears suddenly drew me back to the present.

After recollecting my bearings for a couple of seconds, I finally understood the situation. I had been reborn and given a second chance at life!

Also, what did he mean by "his mother"?

That woman was very obviously his side chick! She was a cougar! But because he wanted to go out in public with her, he lied to me, saying she was my mother-in-law, and even made me wait on her hand and foot!

I angrily hummed in response to Gary's yelling. As soon as I hung up, I hurried to the hospital as quickly as possible. After getting the cab driver to switch lanes and use a different route, I realized I was shaking uncontrollably in the car.

In my past life, after Meryl Cleat, my fake mother-in-law, was found to be pregnant with two super male twins, I had been openly opposing the pregnancy. It would be an advanced maternal age pregnancy to begin with, and their father was also found to be an unknown super male as well.

Meryl had agreed to undergo an abortion at first. However, she and Gary went behind my back and even started caring for the pregnancy in my marital home.

When I found out about it one day, I told Gary that I wanted a divorce, but Meryl had been so triggered that it induced early labor, and she died from the complications. Meanwhile, because I'd gotten into an accident on the way to the hospital, her body had been cremated by the time I made it to the place.

I had felt so guilty and remorseful that I got gaslit into taking care of the super male twins by Gary. However, I was constantly and continually abused by both of the kids.

By the time I turned 30 years old, my body was wracked with a lot of pain, injury, and illnesses. In the meantime, Meryl, who was supposed to have died, "came back to life" and started behaving like a carefree and lovesick woman with Gary.

Her favorite pastime was burying herself in Gary's arms while telling him tall tales about me.

"Honey, Julie just yelled at me again… I'm scared…"

Under Gary's instructions, I was then murdered, dismembered, and buried into the wall by my two super "sons". However, they had been released without bail or prosecution because they had been underage when they committed the crime.

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I arrived at the hospital an hour earlier.

As I thought about what happened in my past life, I inhaled deeply to calm my nerves before rushing into the ward.

Meryl's body was covered with a white cloth. Gary was standing on one end of the bed, looking upset and forlorn, but there wasn't a single tear on his face.

"Meryl!" I screamed, letting the eyedrops I'd just put in my eyes stream down my face to look like I was crying.

"Meryl, how could you do this to us? How could you just abandon your three sons like this? How could you leave them behind?"

I kneeled by the bed and continued to wail. The nurses and doctors watching all looked touched.

Gary shoved me angrily and said, "If you hadn't provoked Mom, she wouldn't have died from early labor complications in the first place!

"It's now all your fault that the boys were born motherless! You're going to be their mother now! That's the only way you can make it up to her!"

Hearing this, I slapped him hard on the face. I had to get my say in first.

"How dare you accuse me like this? It was your fault! I told you that Meryl had to move around and exercise while she was pregnant because it would reduce the complications during birth!

"But what did you do? You carried her everywhere she wanted to go! You wouldn't even let her take off her pants by herself and insisted on doing it for her! You were the one who caused her death!"

I then pinched my arm hard and forced myself to cry.

Everyone turned to look at Gary with judgmental eyes when they heard what I said.

Gary seemed not to know what to do. I covered my face and pretended to be wracked with sobs. Then, while everyone's attention was away from me, I yanked off the white cloth covering Meryl's body.

Gary saw what I did and rushed up to stop me. "Don't!"

However, he was too late. I had completely uncovered the cloth from the body.

I looked at the body on the bed and exclaimed in shock, "That's not Meryl!"