I, Jasmin Warren, replaced all the lubricant in our house with super glue. My husband Elliot Spencer called me sick, and his mother Marie Spencer had a complete breakdown on the spot. In my previous life, Marie was in a car accident and seemed like a completely different person when she woke up. She used to love eating durian, but now the smell made her nauseous. She used to prefer black clothes when shopping, but now she only wore red. She used to share a room with Elliot’s father Zack Spencer, but now she insisted on sleeping separately. Though I found it strange, I didn’t look into it deeply. On our tenth wedding anniversary, I deliberately left work early to go home. But as soon as I walked through the door, I saw Elliot and Marie naked in our bed. I was furious and immediately called the police. When the officers arrived, Marie cried and claimed: “Jasmin just doesn’t like me, so she’s deliberately framing me.” Elliot even slapped me and angrily scolded: “Are you sick? My mom and I have a normal mother-son relationship. You can’t frame her just because she said your cooking was too salty a few days ago!” Hot-tempered Zack threw me out of the house: “Our family can’t tolerate someone as twisted as you. Get out!” After being kicked out, even my own parents thought I was a disgrace and refused to acknowledge me. In my daze, I was hit and killed by a speeding truck while crossing the street. Only after death did I learn the truth—Marie’s drastic personality change was because Elliot had used dark magic to swap her soul with his deceased first love, Lainey Sanders. Reborn, I returned to the day of Marie’s car accident. ***** A sweet, delicate voice came through: “Elliot, my whole body hurts! I’m so scared I’ll never see you again!” I spun around to see Marie clinging tightly to Elliot’s embrace, tears streaming down her face. Elliot held her gently, his eyes full of tenderness: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. Everything’s okay now. I’ll protect you from now on and never let you get hurt again.” They were clearly mother and son, yet they acted as intimate as lovers who had survived life and death together. Watching this bizarre scene, I finally realized—I had been reborn. I was back to the day of Marie’s car accident. In my past life, she was hit by a truck while grocery shopping, and when she woke up, she was like a completely different person. Her tastes, clothing style, and living habits had all changed. She used to love durian, but now the smell made her sick, and she wouldn’t allow anyone in the house to eat it. Her closet full of black clothes disappeared, replaced by a wardrobe of red dresses. She insisted on wearing these new outfits to show Elliot, as if trying to please him. As for Zack, she absolutely refused to share a room with him. Although I noticed all these abnormalities, I always attributed them to aftereffects from the car accident and never thought deeper. I never expected that on our tenth wedding anniversary, they would commit such an immoral act. That day, I had come home early with anticipation, planning to cook for Elliot myself. But when I opened the door, I was greeted by clothes scattered on the floor and two people entwined on the bed. In that moment, I nearly fainted. In my rage, I immediately called the police. But when the officers arrived, Marie cried and claimed I was lying: “Jasmin just doesn’t like me and dislikes me, so she’s deliberately making false accusations!” Elliot even slapped me hard and angrily scolded: “Are you sick? We have a normal mother-son relationship. You can’t slander her just because she said your cooking was too salty a few days ago.” Zack also believed I had slandered Marie and threw me out: “Someone as morally corrupt as you doesn’t deserve to be part of our family. Get out!” Everyone sided with them, viewing me as an unreasonable shrew. Even my own parents thought I had disgraced them. I lived in a daze and was eventually killed by a truck. Only after death did I understand—the reason Marie changed so drastically after the car accident was because the soul in that body wasn’t hers at all! Elliot had used dark magic to swap her soul with Lainey’s.
Recalling everything from my past life, I felt particularly furious. But now wasn’t the time to tear off the mask with them. Watching Elliot and Marie embracing each other, I carefully calculated in my mind and finally made up my decision. Since they loved having an affair so much, I’d help them get what they wanted! The two continued their disgusting display for a while before Marie reluctantly let go of Elliot. Then she turned and glared at me viciously. “Jasmin, how can you be so clueless? I’m hurt this badly, and you haven’t said a single word of concern. You’re so heartless! I really don’t know how Elliot could fall for such a vicious woman like you!” Her words painted me as an ungrateful, vicious woman. Seeing my silence, Elliot chimed in: “Jasmin, starting today, you’ll quit your job and stay home to take care of my mom until she recovers.” Hearing Elliot defend her like this, Marie immediately started acting coquettish toward him. The two embraced intimately, their eyes filled with sweetness. I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly: “What normal son would do such things with his own mother?” Though the soul had changed, the body was still his mother’s. Elliot was truly a beast. The thought of living with these two shameless people made me feel sick all over, giving me goosebumps. Unfortunately, Zack standing beside me only understood their surface meaning and urged: “You’re Elliot’s wife, you should naturally take care of Marie.” I didn’t argue but readily agreed: “I’ll take good care of Marie.” Only then did the three of them nod with satisfaction. On the first day home from the hospital, Marie treated me like an all-purpose maid, making me do everything. At six in the morning, she had me get up to make her nutritious porridge. Whenever the food I made didn’t suit her taste, she would scold: “Jasmin, you’re just useless, can’t do anything right. Someone like you would be unwanted even if thrown out!” Not only that, she also made me wipe her body and wash her underwear: “You’re only fit to serve me for life. Whatever I tell you to do, you must do!” I complied with all of Marie’s demands without complaint, not daring to slack off in the slightest. However, every evening when Elliot and Zack came home, Marie would start crying about how I abused her. She lifted her clothes at the waist, revealing patches of purple bruises: “Elliot, Zack, it was so hot, I asked Jasmin to help me wipe my body, but I didn’t expect her to be so cruel.” While crying, she said: “Jasmin, if you really don’t want to take care of me, just say so. I won’t blame you.” Marie’s hypocritical words made both Elliot and Zack feel heartbroken. Elliot slapped me: “Jasmin, how dare you bully my mom? I let you stay home to take care of her, you don’t even have to work, and you’re still not happy! You’re so shameless. Hurry up and kneel down to apologize to my mom. You can only get up when she forgives you.” Zack also kicked me, forcing me to kneel: “You actually dared to lay hands on Marie? Kneel down!” I didn’t explain, just gritted my teeth and endured it, kneeling in front of them: “I’m sorry, Marie. I didn’t control my strength properly. I’ll definitely be more careful in the future.” Seeing me humiliated like this, Marie looked completely satisfied. I knelt for a full ten minutes before Marie let me get up. She put on a magnanimous act: “Jasmin, I’ll forgive you this time. We’re family after all, and it wouldn’t look good if things got too ugly. I believe you didn’t mean it.” Seeing that I had received Marie’s forgiveness, Elliot and Zack relaxed their attitude toward me slightly. At this moment, Zack stepped forward to help Marie into the room to rest, but she instinctively dodged him. Marie said with disgust: “What are you doing? I don’t want to sleep in the same room as you.” Zack was somewhat confused and initially tried to persuade her gently: “Marie, we’ve been married for so many years, we’re used to sleeping in the same room. Why are you being shy today?” As he spoke, he walked toward Marie: “Come on, stop making a fuss. Let’s go back to the room and rest.” Marie was afraid Zack would touch her, so she immediately hid behind Elliot, desperately rejecting Zack. “I don’t want to sleep with you, I don’t want to.” She looked pitifully at Elliot, “Elliot, I don’t want to sleep with him. I want to sleep alone.” Zack was already hot-tempered, and seeing Marie’s resistance, he immediately flew into a rage. He roared: “What are you pretending now? All these years, which night haven’t you slept in the same bed with me? Get over here right now!” But no matter what Zack said, Marie remained unwilling. Finally, Elliot had to say: “Dad, Mom just got out of the hospital and hasn’t recovered yet. Let her sleep in the guest room for now.” After thinking for a moment, Zack had no choice but to give up. Only then did Marie walk toward the guest room with satisfaction, while Elliot and I returned to our respective rooms. But before closing the door, I caught a glimpse of the vicious look Marie shot at me.
Although Elliot and I shared the same bed, I consistently avoided his touch by using my period as an excuse. In the following days, Marie’s health gradually improved, but she remained firmly resolved to refuse any contact with Zack. Zack was no longer endlessly tolerant, and the two often argued. Marie would deliberately target Zack’s weaknesses: “You’re practically dying, yet you still want to share a room with me. You’re shameless! Look at yourself—how dare you harbor such delusions!” Zack was so enraged he could barely stand steady, raising his cane as if to strike her. He cursed back: “Shut up! I’ve put up with you long enough. After all these years of sleeping with me, you still think you’re some innocent girl?” Marie barely dodged the cane. Seeing Zack’s face flushed red, as if he might kill someone the next second, she reluctantly shut her mouth. Zack was usually manageable, but once his temper flared, Marie inevitably received a few blows from his cane. Not daring to argue with Zack anymore, she vented all her anger on me instead. When I brought her water, she deliberately claimed it was too hot and splashed it on my hand, then scolded me for not even being able to serve a proper cup of water. She said: “Jasmin, you’re so useless, you can’t even handle a cup properly. Today, I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” The scalding water left my hand bright red, but I endured it without making a sound. Seeing my compliance, Marie became increasingly demanding, making me repeat any task that could torment me over and over again. She thought I was truly afraid of her, strutting around proudly like a peacock showing off its feathers. But what she didn’t know was that I was simply waiting for the right opportunity. Through this daily torment, Elliot and I reached our tenth wedding anniversary. That afternoon, Elliot called me from work: “Jasmin, I’m giving you the afternoon off. Go out and relax, come back later—I’ve got a big surprise for you.” His voice was urgent, as if he couldn’t wait to surprise me. To put me at ease, he even transferred five hundred dollars to me: “Use this to buy something you like. Don’t rush back.” Looking at the transfer on my phone, I almost wanted to laugh. But I still agreed: “Alright, Elliot, I’m looking forward to your surprise.” Elliot was pleased, praising me for being understanding. Shortly after I left, Marie called. She had completely changed from her usual difficult attitude, speaking gently as she encouraged me to relax and enjoy myself outside. She said: “Jasmin, if you’re bored, go have some coffee. Don’t rush back. Today is your and Elliot’s wedding anniversary, so I’ll cook. I’ll call you once dinner is ready. Make sure to come back late!” I responded: “Alright, thank you for that.” Marie laughed on the other end: “It’s what I should do.” After hanging up, I opened my phone to check the surveillance footage from our home. Sure enough, Elliot had left work early and returned home. He was frantically searching through cabinets, his face unable to contain his excitement. Seeing this, I turned off my phone. Instead of continuing to wander around outside, I went straight to the chess park to find Zack. When I arrived, Zack had just lost a game. He blamed me: “It’s all your fault for showing up suddenly and distracting me—I lost because of you!” I didn’t get angry. I apologized first, then explained my purpose: “Today marks ten years since Elliot and I got married, and fifty years since you and Marie got married. I want to give Marie a surprise.” I handed him a brooch: “This is a gift I picked out for you to give her. Please pass it along to Marie—she’ll definitely be happy. Let’s go home now!” After hearing this, Zack’s expression softened considerably: “You do have some conscience after all.” He also hoped to use this opportunity to ease the tension with Marie, so he agreed to return home with me. Passing by a flower shop, Zack deliberately stopped to buy a bouquet. Standing at our front door, he asked me again for confirmation: “Marie will definitely like these flowers and the brooch, right?” I smiled and nodded: “Yes, she’ll definitely love them.” But in my heart, I sneered: “She won’t have a choice but to like them.” Zack pushed open the front door, full of anticipation. However, the next second, the flowers he was holding fell to the ground, the smile on his face instantly froze, and he stood there completely stunned.
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