In my previous life, my sixty-two-year-old husband Josh Norris developed Alzheimer’s disease, transforming from a gentle professor into a beggar who ate garbage. When his condition flared up, he would hit and curse at me. Each time this happened, I could only show him photos of his first love to calm him down. So our daughter Khloe Norris brought Josh’s first love Alina Lowe back to our home, asking me to take good care of her. “Dad only recognizes Alina now. For him to get better quickly, you should agree to this. They’re both so old now, nothing will happen between them.” For Josh’s recovery, I agreed and took care of both of them every day. I lived like this for three years, until the doctor finally told me I had terminal liver cancer. I tossed and turned in agony on my hospital bed, while Khloe, busy with work, never once came to visit me. In my final moments, I returned home to see my grandson Marco holding a cake and shouting to Alina: “Grandma, happy birthday!” Josh sat there with clear, lucid eyes, gazing at Alina with deep affection. He said: “Once Mabel is gone, I’ll marry you. She’s had me for so many years—I don’t owe her anything. I just want to spend my remaining days making it up to you.” He never had Alzheimer’s at all. It was all a lie, and I was nothing more than their caretaker. ***** After my rebirth, I returned to the day Khloe brought Alina to our home for a family dinner at the restaurant. The table was laden with sumptuous dishes, yet not a single one was something I enjoyed. Josh wore an unnatural smile on his face, speaking intimately with Alina. Khloe attentively introduced the restaurant’s signature dishes to her, asking what else she’d like to order. Throughout it all, I was ignored—no one asked what I wanted to eat. I had experienced this kind of neglect in my previous life too. Josh and I had been married for forty years. When he was sixty-two, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. I devoted myself to caring for him, yet was often beaten black and blue. My eyes were bruised, my face swollen, my hands covered in scratches. When Josh’s condition flared up, he would curse and humiliate me. One symptom of Alzheimer’s is memory loss. Simply put, Josh had forgotten me. Each time this happened, I could only show him Alina’s photo to avoid being beaten. How ridiculous. My sick husband had forgotten me but remembered another woman. Khloe suggested bringing Alina to live with us, claiming it would help his recovery. So I found myself caring for both sick Josh and healthy Alina. During the most exhausting period, I dropped from 130 pounds to 100 pounds. Whenever I said I was tired, Khloe would point to how particularly calm Josh was around Alina and retort: “How come Dad doesn’t cry when he’s with Alina? Could it be that you’re not taking proper care of him?” I lived like this for three years, over a thousand days and nights. Finally, I was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer—incurable. “Mom, what are you doing? Hurry up and bring the dishes over.” Khloe’s voice interrupted my memories. I looked up to see an awkward waiter standing beside me with a tray. I quickly said it wasn’t necessary. But Khloe pointed at me and told the waiter: “She sits by the door to make serving convenient—it’s always been this way.” She urged me again: “Mom, hurry up.” Everyone looked at me. Their expressions were casual—no one thought there was anything wrong with what Khloe had said. I remembered my previous life. When Alina came to the Norris house, Khloe not only threw her a welcome party but also bought her a vacation package. I spent an entire night packing their luggage. But before departure, the tour guide informed us that Khloe had bought tickets for five people, and all activities were designed for five participants, while we had six people. It was too late to buy additional tickets. After their discussion, Khloe told me: “Mom, we’re going to the beach this time, which isn’t good for your health. You should stay home.” In the end, my luggage and I were abandoned at the train station entrance. This kind of thing happened more than once—I was always the one left behind. ***** The waiter set down the soup and left. Khloe was angry about my earlier reaction: “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you serve the dishes? The whole point of sitting near the door was to serve the food.” I remained silent, ladled a bowl of soup, and splashed it toward Khloe.
The scalding soup made Khloe scream as she jumped up, frantically shaking her hands. “What are you doing! Are you insane!” Everyone was stunned by this scene, staring at me in disbelief. I sat back down and calmly replied, “I’m teaching my ungrateful daughter a lesson. Is there a problem with that?” Khloe wanted to argue, but her husband Ryan pulled her back and forced her into her seat. Alina said disapprovingly, “Mabel, you’re family after all. Why be so harsh on the child?” Josh, who had been quiet, suddenly grabbed the spaghetti and hurled it at me, covering me with pasta that left stains all over my clothes. “I’m gonna kill you, bad woman…” I shot up, dumped the spaghetti into the scalding soup, and placed the bowl in front of Josh. “You love playing with this, don’t you? Keep playing. It’ll be more fun with the soup added.” Josh immediately froze, looking terrified. The atmosphere fell silent once again. Alina quickly shielded Josh, saying, “Mabel, that soup is scalding hot—Josh could get hurt. You know he can’t remember anything, yet you’re still scaring him like this.” “Yeah Mom, you’re terrifying Dad!” Khloe pushed me away, afraid I might do something even more extreme. I looked coldly at Josh as he continued his act. After careful observation, I realized Josh’s performance was truly pathetic. How had I been fooled for so long in my previous life? I said, “His condition keeps fluctuating—maybe the medication isn’t working. I’m planning to find a renowned doctor to re-examine him.” Khloe immediately objected, “I won’t allow it! Dad’s getting up there in age—switching hospitals would be bad for his health.” I replied, “I’ve already decided. No one’s objection will change that.” I looked at the panicked Khloe, the silent Alina, and Josh beside her, still faking his illness. So they could feel fear too? In my previous life, after Josh was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I decided to care for him for the rest of my life. Even when he hit and cursed at me, I never backed down. I considered caring for him my responsibility. But it wasn’t until my final moments that I learned it was all fake. I was the only prey in their scheme. Khloe knew everything but helped them hide it from me, deceive me. Only I was kept in the dark, caring for them, living for them. This time, I’ll see just how long these people can keep up their act! After dinner, we returned home. Khloe poured water for Alina and Josh, completely ignoring me. She glanced toward the guest room. “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t I tell you to clean it in advance? Alina’s moving in today.” I said, “Whoever invited her can clean it. Khloe, I’m not the housekeeper.” Khloe was instantly speechless. Alina smiled serenely, “Khloe, don’t worry. The room is quite clean.” I stood up and shrugged at Khloe with a half-smile, “You’re just making a big deal out of nothing.” Then I returned to my bedroom. This old house was assigned to me by the company I used to work for. Josh’s school had also given him a larger house, but he gave that one to Alina. This old house had three rooms: Josh and I each had one, plus a guest room. In my previous life, before Alina moved in, Khloe demanded I clean the master bedroom thoroughly, which I did. But Alina required me to dismantle the bed frame for washing, wipe the cabinets first with a damp cloth then with a dry one. Whether it was newly changed curtains, drinking glasses, or the bathroom door mat—if she was even slightly dissatisfied, I had to replace everything. I cleaned and scrubbed over and over, yet no one ever asked if I was tired. The next day, I was awakened by crashing sounds outside my door. Josh was having another “episode,” smashing kitchen utensils. Various seasonings were scattered everywhere. The entire living room was in chaos. And Alina stood in the only clean corner, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Mabel, Josh is having an episode and I can’t control him. I’ll take Josh to Khloe’s place later—could you clean up the house?” If this were my previous life, I would have immediately rushed to comfort Josh. But now, I calmly watched Josh’s performance and refused without hesitation, “There’s a cleaning company’s number on the table—you can call them.” Then I went into the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, Josh and Alina had already left, leaving only the mess behind. I didn’t mind, grabbed my bag, and headed straight to the hospital. In my previous life, three years after Josh started faking his illness, I collapsed at home from back pain. When I was rushed to the hospital, I learned I had terminal liver cancer with only a month to live. Now that I’ve been reborn, I certainly won’t let my health deteriorate like before. After getting my test results, I breathed a sigh of relief—it was just mild hepatitis. In this life, I absolutely won’t die the way I did before.
Khloe called me over a dozen times, but I didn’t answer any of them. After leaving the hospital, I immediately rushed to another location to find a suitable place for Josh. As dusk fell, I returned home. The previously messy living room had been cleaned spotless, with the scent of lemon freshener filling the air. Housework is indeed something only those who can’t stand mess would bother doing. Josh was holding Marco while watching TV, and Khloe and Alina were chatting and laughing together. They looked like a happy family. I looked away and walked calmly toward the bedroom. Khloe called out to me, demanding with dissatisfaction: “Mom, I called you so many times—why didn’t you answer? You left without cleaning the house properly. Who’s as carefree as you? Alina and I took Dad to the hospital for a checkup today. Here’s the report. The doctor said all of Dad’s changes are normal—this condition is just like that. You need to be more patient with him.” I glanced at the medical report. It had a doctor’s signature at the bottom and looked authentic. If I hadn’t already known about their scheme from my previous life, I might not have been able to tell it was fake. I tossed the report onto the table: “Instead of going to a reputable hospital, you went to some small clinic. What’s your agenda?” Before Khloe could respond, I went into the bedroom. I instinctively glanced at the wardrobe and noticed it had obviously been tampered with. I immediately felt anxious—my belongings were gone. I rushed out of the room and confronted Josh: “Give me back my things!” “Mom, what are you doing? Marco wants to watch TV—get out of the way!” Khloe said loudly, frowning. I ignored her and stared at Josh and Alina. In my previous life, when I was bedridden and unable to move, Alina wore my missing heirloom necklace, claiming it was her family treasure. She used it to gain fame online and made a lot of money. When I pointed out that the necklace was mine, no one believed me. It was Josh who had given the necklace to Alina. After my rebirth, the first thing I did was contact the museum. Tomorrow was our scheduled meeting. But I hadn’t expected them to steal the necklace so early. I forced myself to stay calm: “Josh, give me back my things, or I’m calling the police right now.” Josh covered his ears and hid behind Alina, mumbling incoherently: “Bad woman wants to hit me! Bad woman wants to hit me!” He was clearly afraid of me. Alina held him protectively. Khloe glared at me: “Mom, is this how you usually treat Dad? You’re scaring him!” I couldn’t take it anymore and shouted at Khloe: “Shut up!” She stared at me in shock. I said: “Josh, I’m not joking around. If you don’t return my necklace, I’m calling the police immediately!” Alina was obviously panicked: “Mabel, we haven’t figured out what’s going on yet. Calling the police isn’t a good idea, is it?” I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. But before the call connected, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my head. Blood blurred my phone screen as glass shards scattered across the floor. I clutched my head and collapsed, vaguely seeing Josh’s motion of striking me. Khloe held Marco and backed away, shouting from a distance: “Mom, Mom, are you okay?” When I returned home from the hospital, it was already 2 AM. I sat expressionlessly on the couch, squinting as I sent text messages. The excessive blood loss and exhaustion made it hard for my already ailing body to hold up, but I persisted in sending that final message. Khloe carefully studied my expression and explained on Josh’s behalf: “Mom, you know Dad’s emotionally unstable. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. This is just a small matter—you don’t need to call the police. Once Dad sobers up, I’ll make him…” After receiving a definitive response, I put down my phone and nodded at Khloe: “You’re right, I don’t need to call the police.” I stood up and slapped Josh twice across the face as he continued his act. I had been a housewife for over forty years. In my youth, I worked the fields and cared for the family alone. Later, when we moved to the city, I had a daughter and learned how to be a mother on my own. Years of household chores had aged me considerably, but they had also given me considerable strength. Josh was hit so hard that his dentures fell out. Alina stared in horror at Josh sprawled on the floor and let out a scream. Khloe rushed over and shoved me, glaring at me like I was her enemy: “Mabel Norris, you’ve lost your mind!” I was pushed to the ground, my tailbone aching, but it still couldn’t compare to the pain in my heart. “Khloe, I’m your mother!” Khloe blurted out: “I don’t have a mother like you!” Before I could respond, she continued: “Am I wrong? Dad’s this sick, and you still treat him like this? You dare hit him right in front of us—I can only imagine how much worse you are when we’re not around!” She stood over me, pointing accusingly, unreasonably defending her father. In that moment, the last trace of attachment in my heart vanished. I was done with this daughter. Just then, my phone on the floor rang—an unknown number. I got up and answered: “Yes, you can come in now. We’re all home.” Khloe turned around impatiently: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t call the police? You’re going back on your word!” I put away my phone and said calmly: “It’s not the police. It’s people who are going to take your father somewhere nice.” As soon as I finished speaking, the door opened. A group of men in white coats walked in, filling our cramped living room. Khloe looked at the equipment in their hands, panic-stricken: “Mom, what are you doing! Who are they?” I ignored her and pointed at Josh: “He’s the patient, with violent tendencies. He just smashed my head—you need to be careful. I’ve signed a five-year contract with you. As long as you treat him well, if the results are good, I’ll renew for another five years.” Josh immediately stopped his act, his face filled with terror.
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