My mother-in-law demanded that my husband take her for breast enhancement surgery because she believed he was paying too much attention to me. I calmly explained that, at her age, recovery would be difficult and could lead to complications. However, she flew into a rage, yanking my hair, and accusing me of being afraid that she would outshine me and steal my husband away. Behind my back, she secretly went to a small clinic for the surgery and tragically died on the operating table due to an infection. To my shock, my husband blamed me for not preventing her from going through with it. He even spread rumors to the neighbors, claiming I saw her as a burden and encouraged her to go, resulting in her death. Under the weight of everyone’s anger, my husband stabbed me to death at the clinic’s entrance. Suddenly, I found myself back in time, hearing my husband say his mother was coming from the countryside. I quickly set up a video account with the name “Oppressed Ann Summers’ Mother-in-law Daisy Fields, Give Me an Explanation.” 0
“My mom raised me alone in the countryside; it wasn’t easy. Now she wants to visit us. How can I refuse?” “But it’s entirely up to you, honey. If you don’t want her here, I’ll send her back.” As soon as I woke up, my husband was already trying to emotionally manipulate me. Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. My husband’s eyes lit up with excitement as he rushed to open the door. “James, I’ve missed you so much this past year.” A short, plump woman stood outside, laden with bags and kitchen utensils, her flat lips smacking as she spoke. Seeing her long-lost son, she dropped everything and threw herself into James Anderson’s arms, sobbing. “You’ve married and forgotten your mom. How long has it been since you came home to see me?” My husband, distressed at her tears, held her even tighter, patiently comforting her. After a while, she seemed to notice me, “You must be Ann. We only met at the wedding, and I haven’t seen you since. I was worried James would forget me, so I came. You don’t mind, do you?” Hearing the familiar emotional manipulation, I smiled. In my past life, even though I was unhappy about their deceit, I said nothing. I warmly welcomed her into our home and even tidied up the guest room for her, thinking we’d get along well. After dinner, my husband and I went to the bedroom. We were still in the “honeymoon phase,” only a few months into our marriage. He eagerly closed the door, and just as we lay down, the bedroom door swung open. I quickly grabbed the blanket to cover myself. Seeing his mother intrude, my husband frowned, “Mom, this isn’t the village; you can’t just come and go. You need to knock before entering.” Her face fell, and she began to cry, “Since you got married, you’ve stopped caring for me. Your father is gone; I only have you. Now even you treat me this way. I might as well join your father in death.” She moved to hit her head against the cabinet, and I, forgetting my state of undress, rushed to stop her. After scrutinizing me, she squeezed me, making my face flush. I quickly pushed her away. She deliberately collapsed to the ground, “James, you’ve changed since you were a baby nursing in my arms.” My husband’s expression darkened, accusing me, “How could you lay hands on my mom at her age?” “Mom, why are you saying this? I’ve grown up.” “You’ve forgotten me because I’m old and sagging. Is that it?” I couldn’t hold back, “Mom, James and I are married. We need our own private space.” She shouted, “I don’t understand any of that. I only know I have one son in this world, and I must keep him close. Don’t think I don’t see it. You want to monopolize him. I won’t let that happen.” She continued, “I know about breast augmentation. I’ll get one and be better than you. Then your dream will shatter.” I patiently advised, “Mom, you’re older now. Recovery isn’t the same. Surgery can have complications. No reputable clinic will do it at your age…” She yanked my hair, “You just want me dead so you can have James to yourself. I won’t let that happen. I’ll go tomorrow.” Her farm work-hardened hands pulled out a clump of my hair. She snorted, slammed the door, and left. My husband helped me up, “Don’t mind my mom. She’s been like this since my dad passed. Talk her out of the surgery tomorrow. It’s foolish, and people will laugh.” The next morning, I was rudely awakened. “Ann, was this all your plan?” James glared at me. Before I could ask, “My mom died last night at a small clinic. If you had stopped her, she’d be alive.” Someone alive yesterday was dead. My face went pale, “How… how could this happen?” He threw me a harsh look, “Someone like you wouldn’t feel guilty even after killing.” He slammed the door, leaving me stunned. It took me a while to react. I threw on a coat and left. “Isn’t that Ann? Heard she killed her mother-in-law out of jealousy.” “Yeah, poor lady, raising her son alone after her husband died. Then her son’s wife couldn’t stand her and drove her to get surgery that killed her.” “I never thought Ann was like that. So gentle, but you never know someone truly.” Everyone pointed and whispered. I wanted to defend myself. “How do you know?” one curious person asked. “Her husband said it.” I couldn’t believe James could be like this. I rushed to the clinic, seeing James causing a scene. I went to confront him. He turned with red-rimmed eyes and stabbed me, “You killed my mom. If you’d stopped her, she’d be alive.” People screamed and scattered. The clinic manager hurriedly handed James a bank card, “Mr. Anderson, here’s eighty thousand for you.” People backed away, and James kicked me aside, taking the card. I felt a cold, sharp pain in my chest, helplessly watching James walk away satisfied. All I heard was, “She brought this on herself. She urged her mother-in-law to get surgery.” I hated them, that vile mother and son. But now, I heard the moral coercion again. Excited, I took out my phone and registered a video blogger account. I’ll make them pay for their sins. 0
“Since your dad died, I’m just a burden. Now at my son’s house, my daughter-in-law ignores me.” Seeing I didn’t respond, she started her antics, crying to James. Before they could speak, I had registered the account, smiling as I held her hand. “Mom, I’ve been waiting for you. I told James I wanted you to come. I’m thrilled you’re here.” I took her kitchen utensils and tossed them inside. Then I said to James, “Go clean the guest room for Mom. She needs a clean place to sleep. Mom loves your cooking, so make a few extra dishes tonight.” I went back to the bedroom with a smile. At dinner, I came out slowly. Mother-in-law sat with an apron, glaring, “You’ve got some nerve. No man cooks or washes in our village.” “You married James, you should be a housewife. If you don’t cook, you shouldn’t eat.” Ignoring her intimidation, I heard the doorbell and rushed to open it. “Hello, your order of steamed crab, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Boeuf Bourguignon, tomato beef stew, blanquette de veau, Chateaubriand steak, and Bouillabaisse is here. Please give a good review.” I accepted the food, placed it on the table, and took a few bites before remembering, “Mom, did you say something?” “I thought about it and realized you were right, so I’m too embarrassed to eat.” Ignoring my mother-in-law’s attempts to assert dominance, I heard the doorbell and quickly went to answer it. “Hello, your delivery of steamed crab, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Boeuf Bourguignon, tomato beef stew, blanquette de veau, Chateaubriand steak, and Bouillabaisse has arrived. Please leave a positive review.” I smiled as I accepted the food, placed it on the table, and took a few bites before it suddenly hit me, “Mom, were you talking to me earlier?” “I thought about what you said and found it reasonable, so I decided I should apologize for eating.” Seeing that I wasn’t easy to manipulate, my mother-in-law’s face darkened. “Are you trying to chase me away? If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave.” I bit into the crab, enjoying its flavor, “Mom, are you leaving already? At least have a meal before you go. If you have too many things to carry, I’ll call Uber Freight to help with your pots and pans.” My mother-in-law pursed her lips in anger, “You… you just don’t want me here! You’re afraid I’ll take James away, so you’re targeting me?” I ignored her as she began crying dramatically, kneeling before me. “I know you don’t like me, but we’re family now. Why can’t you accept me? I just wanted a meal a day. Now I see I made a mistake coming here, so I’ll leave.” She ended with a gesture of apology, bowing her head to the ground. To gain James’s sympathy, she hit her head hard, leaving a bruise and even some blood. She occasionally glanced up to gauge our reactions. Before James could respond, I quickly took off my slipper and rushed over to her. I pressed her face with the slipper and slapped her a few times. “Alright, whoever you are, get off my mother-in-law.” 0 “Ann, what are you doing?” James stood in shock, seeing my actions and about to intervene. While my mother-in-law was still stunned, I slapped her a couple more times. “Still not coming down? Watch me slap you out.” Satisfied with her swollen face, I stood up. “You dare to possess my mother-in-law? Now you’ll know my strength. Let’s see you act up again.” My mother-in-law lay on the ground, her face red and swollen, pointing at me with trembling fingers before fainting in anger. This little thing sure has a temper. Seeing James looking at me unhappily, I attached a camera to my clothes. “What is that?” I adjusted the lens. “A handy tool.” A handy tool to reveal your true selves.
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