I spent my whole life mourning Meng Jianian as a widow.
I spent my whole life caring for my parents-in-law, tending to them until they passed away.
But then I suddenly heard my adopted child ask in private:
"What did Dad say? If she dies, can we go back to our real family?"
Clutching the letter my husband, who was supposed to have died long ago, had written to my parents-in-law, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and collapsed to the floor.
When I opened my eyes again, my parents-in-law were holding out a will and asking me to sign it first, leaving all the property to the children.
I looked around. The adopted twins, a boy and a girl, watched me expectantly.
I let out a cold laugh and flipped the dining table with one sweep of my hand.
