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.

Chapter 1

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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.

“I was working overtime! How could I have been at the movies with you? You killed my dad and you won’t even admit it!”

My son, Leo, had emerged from his bedroom, clutching a phone playing surveillance footage. “Bad mommy, why did you kill Grandpa!”

Arthur, Mark’s older brother, had been in a rage. Without a word, he’d grabbed a fruit knife and stabbed my already severely burned body twenty-eight times, turning me into a bloody mess before I died.

Even as I lay dying, I’d been bewildered. Why would my closest family – my husband and son – falsely accuse me of murder?

Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Reborn on the very day Mr. Peterson was blown to smithereens.