Falsely Accused of Being a Pervert by My Adoptive Mother, I Dote Only on My Own Child After Being Reborn

After my best friend died, I raised her son as my own. I bought him a house and a car and arranged his wedding. On his wedding day, however, the bride knelt down and begged me to let him go.

"Auntie, I know you love him, but your love is too suffocating."

"This kind of twisted maternal love is about to drive us all crazy."

"I'm begging you to treat him like a normal man. Stop going into his room in the middle of the night to tuck him in, and stop washing his underwear for him. He's married now!"

I asked my best friend's son to prove my innocence, but he said nothing, making it clear he agreed, then moved out that very night.

I became a perverted adoptive mother, scorned by the neighbors, and eventually took my own life with pills in my loneliness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend entrusted her son to me as she lay dying.