I found out my son’s wife was having an affair behind my son’s back. I confronted her, but she turned the tables on me. I told my son everything. However, she cried and accused me of bullying her. “Ever since I married into this family, you’ve always hated me. If I’d known you’d slander me like this, I might as well be dead.” She threatened to hang herself to prove her innocence, but my son stopped her. “Mom, how could you say something like that about my wife? You’re my mother!” In his fury, my son moved out with her, leaving me behind. Later, I fell gravely ill. I reached out to my son, begging him to come see me. But instead, my own flesh and blood stood there, watching as Esther ripped out my oxygen tube. As I gasped for air, I heard her smug voice. “You old hag, thanks to you accusing me of cheating, Barry and I can inherit your wealth so much faster! “Next time, when you slander someone, make sure you have evidence. Do you think you can just accuse people without a shred of proof?” I suffocated to death, and afterward, my son and daughter-in-law lived it up on my fortune. But fate wasn’t done with me yet. I opened my eyes again, finding myself back on the day Esther had betrayed me. This time, I was prepared. I swapped out the lubricant in the house for super glue. You wanted proof? Well, I would make sure to provide it. “Mom, it’s time. Go buy the groceries before everything good gets snatched up. “The crabs from the East District market are excellent. Go get them!” Esther Brooks, my daughter-in-law, sat on the couch and engrossed in her phone, urging me to leave. I cast a subtle glance at her, a smile playing at my lips, then grabbed my basket and headed out the door. The East District market was five miles away from where I lived. Round trip, it would take about two hours. But I went at my own pace. Because I had been given a second chance. I knew Esther was deliberately trying to get rid of me. In my previous life, she’d used the same excuse to get me out of the house to buy groceries. When I came back early, I found her in bed with a man. I was furious. I confronted Esther and called Barry Lawson, my son, to come home. I told him everything I’d seen with my own eyes. But Esther denied it, crying and claiming I was just slandering her. “Mom, I know you’ve never liked me, but you can’t tarnish my reputation! “Since your family can’t accept me, I’d rather die!” Love-struck, my son Barry fell for her sob story. He believed her, moved out with Esther, and even threatened to sever ties with me. Later, when I fell seriously ill, I called Barry, desperate for him to visit me. But when he came, he stood by, watching as Esther pulled the oxygen tube from my face. In my final moments, I heard her voice, dripping with satisfaction. “Old hag, you really did me a favor. If you hadn’t accused me of cheating, Barry and I wouldn’t have been able to inherit your wealth so quickly! “And next time you try to slander someone, don’t forget to bring some proof. You think just saying it is enough to ruin someone’s life?” Barry, cold as ever, added, “Mom, Esther is the one I’m going to be with for the rest of my life.” After I died, my son and Esther reveled in my fortune, wasting it all while I lay dead. But fate had other plans. I opened my eyes again, back to the day I had discovered her betrayal.
I was carefully selecting my groceries when the sound of a notification interrupted me. I glanced at my phone, and the surveillance footage popped up. It was of Esther, wearing a revealing lace nightgown, passionately kissing a man who looked a bit overweight. That man was none other than Esther’s first love, Edgar Smith. When I had been reborn, I made sure to install cameras around the house, all for this very moment. The two of them kissed so deeply they seemed to forget the world around them, rolling from the living room all the way into the bedroom. Esther was pinned beneath Edgar, her face flushed. Edgar, clearly enjoying the sight, smirked and teased her. “You really know how to play the game, bringing your lover home!” “This is so thrilling!” He laughed, giving her waist a firm squeeze. Esther wriggled beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she coyly responded, “Barry’s such a bore. You’re way more exciting than him!” Edgar raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out?” Esther casually brushed Edgar’s clothes aside and scoffed, “Barry’s just my lapdog. He loves me so much and will never suspect a thing.” She let out a mocking laugh, continuing, “That old hag’s gone to the market to buy groceries. She won’t be back for a while, so make yourself at home. Do whatever you want.” I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I was both enraged and amused. At first, I had opposed Barry marrying Esther, but he’d threatened to sever all ties with me if I didn’t accept her. After my husband passed away, it was just Barry and me, and we’d supported each other through thick and thin. I couldn’t bring myself to lose him, so in the end, I gave in. Because Barry loved Esther, I grew to care for her as if she were my own daughter. But in the end, my kindness toward Esther led me to a tragic death in my past life. The bitterness and anger inside me grew as I watched the two of them on the screen. I cursed them in my mind, rage bubbling up inside me. And Edgar, hearing Esther’s words, became even bolder. “Then I’ll just help him out and… fulfill his duty, haha!” he said, eager. He hurriedly stripped off his clothes, then started tugging at Esther’s lace nightgown, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He even grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table, opening it roughly and pouring it out without a second thought. I couldn’t bring myself to watch any longer, but a satisfied smile curled on my lips. I quickly dialed Barry, who was still working late at the office. “Today’s your and Esther’s anniversary. I bought all your favorite dishes, including king crabs. Don’t work overtime, okay? Come home and have dinner with us.” Barry agreed immediately, reminding me to make sure I got Esther’s favorite foods, his love for her evident in every word he said. Little did he know, the woman he had fought so hard to marry didn’t just disrespect him; she was cheating with her old flame. No sooner had Barry hung up than Esther’s call came through. As soon as I answered, she rushed to speak. “Mom, don’t come home just yet!”
I could sense the unnatural tone in her voice and, intrigued, I decided to play along and ask her what was going on. “What’s wrong, Esther?” Esther hesitated before mumbling, “The, the dog made a mess at home, fur all over the place. I need to clean it up first.” I didn’t respond right away. Esther must have thought I’d agree and leave her to handle it. But instead, I spoke gently. “Oh, I thought it was something serious! Don’t worry, I’ll be right over to help you clean up.” Esther froze, clearly thrown off guard. She knew I didn’t like dog making a mess in the house, so she was using that as an excuse to keep me away. She clearly hadn’t expected me to say this. After a beat, she tried to persuade me again. “Mom, it’s really no big deal. I can handle it. I don’t want you to see it and get upset.” I wasn’t giving in. “It’s no trouble at all, dear. Besides, it’s your and Barry’s anniversary today. I have to get back to cook. I’ll grab a cab and be right there!” “Mom! I told you not to come back! Forget about the anniversary!” Esther, growing frantic, was nearly in tears. I could even hear Edgar, whispering something in the background, probably cursing me, but I didn’t care in the slightest. Listening to her desperate attempts to keep me away, I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. Then, I said, “What are you talking about? Of course, I’m coming. I wouldn’t dream of neglecting you!” With that, I grabbed the groceries and hailed a cab. Esther must have heard the sound of the cab over the phone, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She burst into tears. “Mom, the truth is, something happened at home. Please, please don’t come back!” I played along. “What’s happened, Esther? Don’t worry, just tell me. What’s going on?” Esther took a deep breath as if she had come up with a new excuse. Then, she said, “Mom, there was a gas leak and a fire at the house! You can’t come home! Find somewhere safe to wait!” Upon hearing the mention of a fire, I immediately feigned panic, responding, “I’ll call the fire department right now!” I also signaled the cab driver to speed up, ensuring Esther would hear it, then promptly hung up. I knew she was lying, so I didn’t bother calling the fire department. I just wanted to scare her. But I did call Barry, telling him there was a fire at home and that Esther was trapped inside. When Barry heard this, he couldn’t sit still any longer. His voice was shaky, full of panic. “Mom, how could you leave Esther there alone? What if something happens to her? How could I live with myself? “You must have left the gas on when you went out! How could you be so careless? Or did you do it on purpose, trying to hurt Esther?!” He slammed his laptop shut, rushing off in a panic to come back. Hearing Barry accuse me so recklessly, I felt heartbroken. I had raised him from the ground up, and yet, in his eyes, I was now the villain, someone capable of such a heinous act. When I arrived at the entrance of the neighborhood, Barry was already there, rushing toward me. He shot me a sharp glare before sprinting into the complex. I pretended to jog behind him, but when we reached the building, there was no sign of a fire or any firefighters. Barry’s panic only grew. He grabbed me by the arm and demanded, “Didn’t you say Esther was trapped in the fire?” I looked up at him with an innocent expression. “Esther told me not to come home and said there was a fire, so I called you right away. I had no idea what was going on.” Barry’s eyes flickered with doubt, but then he seemed to recall the kitchen was at the back of the apartment, and maybe the front view wouldn’t give him a clear picture. He quickly pulled me along to the elevator, and we rushed upstairs. When we reached the door, everything seemed normal. The door was locked from inside, and we couldn’t open it. Barry’s anxiety spiked even more. His eyes reddened with frustration. He began pounding on the door with a fire extinguisher, shouting Esther’s name at the top of his lungs. The noise was so loud that neighbors started gathering in the hallway to see what was going on. Barry hammered on the door for a long time, but the lock remained unyielding. He immediately called the property management to send someone to unlock it. While we waited, Barry leaned against the door and, in front of all the onlookers, started blaming me. “Mom, this is all your fault for insisting on buying this fancy door. Now, Esther’s trapped inside! Are you happy now?” I didn’t answer, keeping my eyes fixed on his. Barry, seeing my lack of concern for Esther, shot me an angry, accusing stare. “Your daughter-in-law is dying inside, and you don’t even have one word of concern for her? How can you be so heartless?” Some of our neighbors, who knew me well and understood my feelings toward Esther, stepped in to defend me. “Barry, you know your mom better than anyone. Don’t let your frustration turn into something you’ll regret!” “Yeah, she’s the one who raised you. Don’t be so harsh on her!” Even the neighbors were defending me, while my own son continued to lay blame on me. Despite having been through death before, this scene still tugged at my heart. I fought to suppress the pain and reminded myself, over and over, that it wasn’t worth feeling hurt over this ungrateful son. Barry glared at me with fury, and I returned his gaze coldly. Just as the tension between us reached its peak, the security guard arrived with the locksmith. The locksmith fiddled with the door for a while, but eventually, he managed to unlock it. As soon as the door opened, Barry bolted inside like a rocket. I, along with some of the confused neighbors, followed close behind. “Esther! Esther!” “Ah!!” The two exclamations rang out at the same time. I looked up and froze, seeing my son standing in the living room, dazed. The people behind me gasped and murmured. Esther, completely naked, was pinned beneath her lover, Edgar. The two were still locked in an intimate embrace, their bodies tangled together in the most compromising way.
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