My name was Georgia Burns. My mother-in-law, Wendy Beck, was a phony, always pretending to be understanding when outsiders were around.

But when I had trouble giving birth, she didn't allow me to have a C-section.

I suffered in the operating room for 10 hours and was tortured to death by her after being discharged from the hospital.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the time when I was pregnant.

Wendy was so jealous. Wearing pajamas, she pitifully said that she felt so cold.

I sneered and mocked, "Go sleep with a dog. It can provide you with warmth."

You think you get to control me again, Wendy?

This time, I want both you and your son to pay the price.

***

At one o'clock in the morning, in the pitch-black room, my husband, Keith Duncan, and I were naked, passionately having sex.

The bedroom door suddenly opened, scaring us into hastily getting dressed.

When I turned on the light, I saw Wendy standing at the doorway in her pajamas.

As I watched this familiar scene, a sharp pain pierced my brain, and I finally woke up.

Was I ... reborn?

In my previous life, I was tortured to death by Wendy and Keith after giving birth.

After I died, my soul did not perish. I discovered her secret, and I was so filled with hatred, but there was nothing I could do.

"Keith, are you asleep?" Wendy's coquettish voice brought me back to reality.

I desperately suppressed my hatred and pretended to be calm.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Keith asked.

"It's so cold. I can't sleep alone." Wendy frowned slightly, looking pitiful.

I was filled with resentment because this wasn't the first time Wendy had acted like this.

At first, she always joined our conversations.

Back then, I was glad that I was lucky because Wendy was a reasonable mother-in-law.

But later, every time Keith and I wanted to have sex, Wendy would barge in and interrupt the titillating atmosphere.

Now she even barged in in the middle of the night.

It was only then that I realized something was wrong.

Therefore, I wanted to talk to Keith.

But Keith didn't take it seriously.

"Are you jealous of my mom? You're crazy!"

In this life, Wendy, the drama queen, looked at me pitifully.

"Georgia, you won't mind, will you?"

I looked at her hypocritical appearance and sneered.

"It's so cold? You know what? Coffins are airtight and warm. Why don't you go find yourself a coffin and sleep inside?"

She thought she could control me again?

In my previous life, she didn't allow me to have a C-section and made me suffer.

When I was weakest after giving birth, she "took care" of me until I was covered in bedsores, and my body was rotten.

I remembered all these tortures. In this life, I'd make her pay one by one!

The next second, I was slapped hard on the face, which was burning with pain.

Keith's face turned livid.

"How dare you talk to Wendy like that? She's my mom!

"It's perfectly normal that she relies on me. You have no right to make a scene!

"This slap is to make you remember the consequences of disrespecting her!"

I was stunned after being slapped. I was filled with anger but could only warn myself.

I was reborn. I've got to cherish the chance. Don't spook them.

Wendy came back to her senses and choked, her eyes red.

"Georgia doesn't wanna see me. Fine! I'll leave!"

After saying that, she staggered out of the room.

Seeing that, Keith kicked me off the bed.

"Apologize! Or go back to your mother's house!"

Keith dared to say that because he was sure I would never leave him.

In my previous life, I cut off ties with my parents for him.

After getting pregnant, I even gave up a high-paying job for him.

Even though Keith told others that I lived off his family, I dared not argue.

But the truth was, Keith and Wendy had been spending my dowry. Keith even used my money to keep a mistress!

So, in this life, I'd never compromise again.

I took out the property deed from the safe and threw it in his face fiercely.

"This is my house. You and Wendy should be the ones being kicked out!"

Keith was infuriated.

"Who wants to live with you anyway? Other women are gentle and considerate. Only you get jealous so easily!

"You are pregnant. Who else can take care of you besides us?"

He looked arrogant and believed that he could control me.

"Don't come begging me to come back!"

I was extremely disgusted.

"Get lost!"

When I was kicked, my belly hit somewhere, and now my stomach was in pain. I was afraid of bleeding, so I hurried to the bathroom only to find that the door was locked.

Seemed Wendy was retching inside.

I just remembered that in my previous life, at this time, Wendy was already pregnant.

So, I deliberately asked loudly at the door, "Wendy? Why are vomiting?"

Keith hurriedly came over and asked.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

After dawdling for a while, Wendy finally opened the door.

"Nothing. I haven't had much of an appetite lately, and I feel like throwing up after eating." Wendy glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and pretended to be pitiful again. "It's not because Georgia has upset me."

I couldn't help but sneer.

"Go to the hospital. You don't wanna fall ill, do you?"

But Wendy pushed us away in a panic.

"I'm not going to the hospital!"

Realizing that her reaction was too strong, she tried to make up for it.

"I know my own body. Keith, let's go. Georgia can't wait to see us gone."

Keith glared at me fiercely.

"If something happens to Mom, I'll see how you make up for it!"

How I make up for it?

I want to see how you two make up for it.

I went back to the room while saying, "Get out of my house within an hour."

The next morning, I slept in and woke up naturally, which was rare.

The warm sun shone on me, and I was in a better mood.

I leisurely made breakfast, and when I took a bite, I realized that I hadn't had a warm breakfast in a long time.

Keith had a weak stomach and high demands for breakfast.

In my previous life, Wendy would "thoughtfully" wake me up at 5:30 a.m. every morning and ask me to make breakfast for Keith.

After I finished, Wendy would "thoughtfully" let me go back to sleep.

I thought she really cared about me.

Later I learned that she did it to get rid of me and have breakfast alone with Keith.

She deliberately said at the dining table, "Georgia can sleep indeed. She ignored me when I asked her to get up for breakfast. It's a pity that I made such good food."

After I got up, I could only eat their leftovers.

It was so ironic. They said that home was wherever one's family was.

But the first time I felt at home in this house was when they were gone.

In this home, I wasn't the free Georgia Burns. I was Keith's thoughtful wife and Wendy's obedient daughter-in-law.

I lay on the soft sofa and watched the projection all day.

After living a hard life for so long, I felt so happy when I did such a small thing.

I kept watching until I got hungry in the evening, and went downstairs to an upscale restaurant to enjoy a meal.

In fact, this restaurant had been open for a long time. I wanted to come and eat when it opened, but I was always stopped because Wendy thought it was expensive.

After eating to my heart's content and returning home, I realized that life could be so beautiful.

Unfortunately, my happy days only lasted for a few days. Then someone intruded.