In my previous life, my sister-in-law was infatuated with an online heartthrob and insisted on meeting him in person. Worried about her studies, I did everything I could to stop her.
When my husband was in a car accident, I cared for him day and night and kept our vast family business afloat.
But he thought I had plotted behind his back to steal his family’s fortune.
My sister-in-law hated me too, blaming me for ruining her perfect match.
The two of them joined forces to burn me alive and make it look like an accident. I locked the door from the inside, and we all died together.
Reborn into a new life, I found a doctor standing before me with a family consent form to sign. Delighted, I picked up the pen
and wrote my name on the page authorizing the withdrawal of treatment.
