After being reborn, I did the opposite of everything the postpartum nanny told me.
It was because in my previous life, I could hear the nanny's thoughts.
On the first day of my confinement, my mother-in-law bought me expensive bird's nest soup to help me recover. But then I heard what the nanny was thinking.
"What is this old hag up to? She's trying to poison people with this stuff, full of artificial additives! Eggs are better. When my daughter gave birth, she ate nothing but eggs and recovered quickly and well!"
I trusted the nanny's advice and replaced the bird's nest with eggs boiled in brown sugar at every meal. But my postpartum bleeding only got worse, and my husband couldn't stand my awful smell, so he started sleeping in a separate room.
When my son caught a cold and developed a fever, the nanny's thoughts told me to cool him down with physical methods.
"Just bundle a child up when he has a fever until he sweats it out. I've looked after dozens and dozens of kids, and that's what we always did. Hospitals are full of germs. Who knows what might happen if you take him there?"
I believed her. But afterward, my son died of a high fever, and I became the family's scapegoat.
Later, when my husband worked overtime and went out for business dinners, the nanny hinted that he was seeing someone else.
"Should I tell Madam? Her husband comes home smelling like a different perfume every day. Just a few days ago, I saw him go into a hotel with a woman..."
The nanny's words made me even more suspicious and sensitive while suffering from postpartum depression. I followed my husband and caused a scene at his dinner, and he divorced me, leaving me with nothing.
I hit rock bottom and ended up living on the streets. In the end, I was hit and killed by a truck.
After my death, the nanny's daughter moved into my home and eventually climbed into my husband's bed.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the day I first heard the nanny's thoughts.
