Reborn, I Sent My Wicked Mother-in-Law to the Enemy Camp

On the night of my first marriage, my mother-in-law brought me a potion to prevent pregnancy. “The son of a widow, and you think you’re worthy of bearing a legitimate grandson?”

I drank it through my tears. For ten years, I remained childless and endured endless humiliation.

Only as I lay dying did I learn the truth: my husband had been poisoned to death by his own mother.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my wedding night. The bowl of medicine was steaming before me.

I grabbed my mother-in-law by the wrist. “You can save that blessing for your own son.”

As I watched her eyes fill with terror, I smiled faintly. “What do you think he’ll do to honor you if he learns how his brother died?”