I was three months pregnant when my husband was left in a vegetative state after a car accident. My mother-in-law wept and begged me to terminate the pregnancy, insisting she couldn’t let me be burdened. Just then, a line of comments appeared in the air. “No way, is this woman really going to abort the baby? Her husband only got into that accident because he was buying her a birthday present.” “If she does, her in-laws’ family will really be left without an heir. What a tragedy!” In my previous life, I was fooled by those comments. Defying my parents, I insisted on having the baby and stayed with my husband’s family. As a result, I was still young when my health was ruined by exhaustion. Only on my deathbed did I learn that my mother-in-law had been putting on a charade all along. My husband had crashed while meeting his lover, and he had woken up after just six months in a coma. For years, his whole family had lived comfortably by bleeding me dry. Even my ungrateful son accepted his mistress as his mother. Reborn, I’ll make them understand that there’s a price to pay for recklessly controlling someone else’s life.
