“This body.” The woman raised her hand to touch her body and smiled. “This body has become mine!”
Mirawadee, whose spirit was completely weak, could only look at Wikanya with anger and regret. Some memories of the past lives have returned. This feeling of being held and bound like a chain has been there for centuries.
“And I... am blessed by God again.” Wikanya smiled and laughed with happiness. “So, you should disappear!”
Several hours later,Hugh appeared in the young man’s office room. He cast his gaze and let out a sigh.“You looked terrible.”
“Sacrifice for me one more time. My dear friend Alisha,” Wikanya said in a chilly tone. “For atonement for the sin that you betrayed me!”Mirawadee’s spirit was so weak that it had been taken over and held by certain powers until it could not appear for a long time. She could only scream and plead as she slowly
‘N... No! Impossible, I perform a blessing ceremony for the gods!’ She immediately cried and retreated. ‘God has blessed me. This figure is mine! It’s mine! No one will separate me and him!’Wikanya said as she walked towards Mirawadee's body again, but the result was the same. She was knocked out and fell to the ground.
Several months later,After Wikanya regained life according to the blessings she had received, she was very happy, but it was only in the blink of an eye. When a young man asks her to sign a divorce instead of Mirawadee After trying for a long time to live in this mansion, Wikanya has grown accustomed to living in this era. Both reading and writing, but it can’t be work instead of Mirawadee. So, he invited her to resign and spend money here.“As we agreed,” said the young man in a calm
The next morning,Wikanya intends to get up early to call a car and a private driver to wait for the young man as he leaves the mansion. While taking a shower, she noticed a physical abnormality. The skin that used to be firm seemed to have dried up overnight. She walked over to look in the mirror before screaming out in shock.Who is this wrinkled woman in front of me?!
On Rachata’s side, as soon as he stepped out of Wikanya’s house, he didn’t even want to turn around and look again. This would be the last time that we would see each other again in this life. If it weren’t for the blessings of the gods, perhaps now Wikanya could pay for her karma in Hell.The young man sits in the car. When the driver took a seat, he spoke up.&l
The afternoon breeze swayed through the curtains in the room. His slender fingertips touched the painting tenderly. His eyes were staring as if he had fallen into a deep reverie. Until a knock on the door sounded. The young man flinched and hurriedly turned to look.“This picture is beautiful,” Yossaporn said behind the boss.Rachata did not answer. His eyes were still focused on the painting. Before turning to look at the secretary, “Please prepare a gift for her.”
“I have already arranged the funeral of Ms. Mirawadee.”Yossaporn said as he walked in and put the papers on the table. While Mongkol brought snacks to be served.“This duty, you don’t have to do it,” he said in a calm tone. But Mongkol smiled happily. The only thing was, after losing