The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

At 5 a.m., after a whole night tending to my son, I had just fallen asleep when I heard the door open.,

I turned on the light and saw my mother-in-law’s mean face.

She looked young for her age, but she was always harsh with me.

For three years, I’ve been like a servant to her.

She never does any work and always tells me what to do.

There she was again, with her hands on her hips, scolding me.

“Olivia, Benji is coming home. Why aren’t you cooking breakfast?”

My husband’s train doesn’t get in until 9 a.m., and he won’t be home until at least 10.

But she wanted me up and to cook now.

I used to love my husband and thought his mother had a tough life. raising him alone.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

So I used to ignore her unreasonable behavior and tolerated it.

But now, in my newly life, I don’t love him anymore

I won’t put up with his mother either.

Let him be a good boy and take care of his own mother.

Seeing me get up, she smiled smugly

She always thought she could control me, but she was wrong this time.

I took the dirty diaper from last night and put it in her mouth.

Babies always eat a lot and make messes as well.

The diaper had some smelly stuff on it.

She was shocked by what I did.

The more she tried to clean her face, the more it got dirty.

She didn’t think I would fight back.

She was so angry, she yelled, “Have you lost your mind? How dare you lay your hand on me!”

“I didn’t touch you. You’ve always said it’s a health tonic, so I thought you’d appreciate it in its prime.”

I recalled how she had put my son’s poop in my soup right after I had given birth to him.

Now, I was just revenging on her.

She was too angry to speak and her chest was moving up and down.

I lay back down and said, “If you’re worried about your son being hungry, why don’t you cook for him yourself?”

“You want me to cook? Just over my dead body!”

She was so mad that she almost got choked.

She threatened, “Olivia, you’re disobedient. When Benji comes back, I’ll make sure that you’ll get a divorce.”

She thought the word “divorce” would make me compromise and apologize to her.

But I just said all of that to divorce her son.

I turned over and said, “Whatever.”

My attitude and words made her more indignant. Thus, she tried to beat me.

But I knew her so much and took out a fruit knife I had prepared earlier.

Seeing the knife, she stopped, stared at me for a few seconds, and then left the room.

Indeed, one must be firm; any sign of weakness can be taken advantage of.

As her footsteps faded, I sneered, “S

Benjamin to get a divorce. In that sit would I.”

As her footsteps faded, I sneered, “Sophia, I hope you can persuade Benjamin to get a divorce. In that situation, you’d be happy, and so Would I.”