Cursed Baby Bottle
On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle.
But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome.
In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms.
Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health.
Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing.
When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death.
It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.
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