When her family disapproved, my younger cousin decided to elope with that street-racing punk.
I remembered seeing him in the red-light district more than once, so I urged her not to act rashly.
She wouldn't listen, no matter what.
Out of concern, I told my aunt and uncle about it.
I was trying to stop them from making a terrible mistake.
But my cousin thought I was jealous that she'd found true love and hated me to the core. She put drugs in my brown sugar water, causing me to lose my baby.
While I lay bedridden, she sent a video to my phone of her in bed with my husband.
"You old hag, you ruined my true love. Don't blame anyone else for stealing your husband."
Devastated, I jumped from the twenty-sixth floor.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day my cousin told me she planned to elope.
