In my previous life, my mother-in-law cooked and killed my father-in-law, but she framed me as the murderer. After I was reborn, I discovered her secret.

I watched the whole thing unfold, not in a panic, not screaming for help. Instead, I stood there, utterly calm, a silent observer.

I watched Mr. Peterson, my father-in-law, gasp his last breath, his struggles fading into silence.

In my previous life, I would have rushed forward to save him, but I was always a step too late. He’d died, and my mother-in-law, Brenda, had immediately pointed the finger at me, accusing me of murder.

I’d pleaded with my husband, Mark, who’d supposedly just come home from the movies with me. He’d just pushed me away.