Before I lost consciousness, I heard her cold voice, “Maggie, even if you die, you have to die at your husband’s house so I can get more money from your funeral. Don’t blame me. This is just your fate.”
I was dragged back to my husband’s house. The price of escaping was losing an arm and being bedridden for a month.
Not long after, my father died in the hospital, unable to receive timely treatment. He died with his eyes open.
Later, I was beaten to death by my drunken husband while I was pregnant.
After my death, I watched as Jessie took over all my possessions and bought an apartment for my cousin. But she wasn’t willing to spend 3,000 bucks on a proper urn for me.
In the end, my ashes were scattered into a river, and my soul dissipated along with them.
“Are you deaf or mute?”
Jessie’s voice snapped me back to the present.
She reached out to twist my ear – the same conversation and actions as last time.
In my previous life, I didn’t dare to resist. She twisted my ear until it bled, yet she never softened. This time, no one would bully me!
I reached out and blocked her hand, twisting it back. She howled in pain.