After I Got Rregnant, My Mother-in-law Gave Me Leftovers Every Day

My mother-in-law would feed me leftovers every day. At six months pregnant, my baby got food poisoning, and I miscarried.

The doctor said it was a pity; it had been a pair of fraternal twins.

My mother-in-law insisted that it was because I accidentally fell.

"You're pregnant, and you can't even walk properly. Oh, my poor grandson!"

My husband ignored my explanations and smothered me to death.

"Die, you wretch! How dare you cause the Shelton family to have no descendants!"

My soul floated in the air. I saw him, a month after my death, using my money to remarry and have another child.