Reborn The Children I Raised Were My Husband's Affair BabiesChapter 1

On Memorial Day, I'd cooked an entire spread for my husband's family. His younger brother and sister-in-law ate the food, then collapsed and died on the spot.

To keep me out of prison, my husband spent every penny the family had. I worked myself to the bone, got my tubes tied, and devoted everything I had to raising the two children his brother left behind.

Twenty years later, those children had made something of themselves. I, on the other hand, had worked myself into a terminal diagnosis.

In my final moments, gasping for my last breath, I saw my husband with his arms around his sister-in-law — the woman who was supposed to be dead — kissing her like they'd loved each other all along.

"Catherine Gilbert, that stupid woman, never had a clue. We used her hands to get rid of my brother, that worthless parasite, and then she spent her whole life raising our kids for free."

"She was an only child from the state capital. Now that she's dead, everything she owned is ours. We can finally be a real family out in the open."

The breath caught in my throat. I died choking on my own rage.