After Losing My Memory,I Killed Myself

At the dining table, my husband asked me what the police said, and I roughly recounted it to him.

Apart from asking about the transcript, he didn't say anything else. We all ate the meal in silence.

My father-in-law still didn't look well and spoke less. He only occasionally asked about how Hector was doing at school.

While I was doing the dishes, I asked my husband to rest. There had been too many things happening at home recently, and he must be tired.

Meanwhile, I tried hard to recall what had happened recently, trying to remember something.

Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled by a male voice beside me.

"Mom, do you know how grandma died?"

5.

My son, who should have been doing his homework, appeared beside me.

I couldn't help but frown and scold softly, "It's none of your concern. You're too little to know about that. SSAT is almost coming. Go and do your homework."

Tears instantly welled up in my son's eyes, and he choked, "Mom, I just miss my grandma. After she passed away, there's no one to play the game with me anymore."

My mother-in-law taught my son to play a special game since he was little. Only she knew how to play many handmade games.

My husband and father-in-law were completely clueless about these things.

I realized that I had been too harsh with my words, so I gently wiped away my son's tears with my thumb and said, "I'm sorry, Hector. I was wrong. And I shouldn't have scolded you. Grandma has gone to a nice place. She will definitely bless you to grow up healthy and happy in heaven. If you miss her, you can talk to the brightest star. She will hear you."

My son stopped crying, but his eyes were still watery, which made people feel sorry for him.

"I understand, Mom. I'll go back and do my homework. I want to get into a good school to make grandma happy."

Looking at my son's back, I often wondered how sensible and understanding he was.

6.

These days, because of me and my mother-in-law, my husband hadn't been going to work and had accumulated a lot of work.

So, I was the only one sleeping in the room at night.

I dreamed of Rebecca.

She was wearing her favorite red cheongsam and smiling at me.

She waved at me, but I couldn't hear what she was saying.

I approached her a little closer, and this time, her words came clearly into my ears.

"Viora, I hate you. You deserve the hell!"

As she spoke, a gust of cold wind blew around, and I got goosebumps.

Rebecca no longer looked as kind as she did when she was alive. The intense hatred made her face look hideous and terrifying.

Her hand had already touched my neck, and she was still smiling.

The force on my neck gradually increased and tightened.

I opened my eyes, sat up suddenly, gasping heavily, and my body was already soaked in sweat.

"Mom, you must be happy that grandma is dead."

I didn't know when, but my son, who should have been sleeping in his room, was next to my bed.

At this moment, my usually well-behaved and sensible son made me feel creepy.

"He-Hector, why are you not sleeping and coming to my room so late at night?"

I swallowed my saliva and tried to make myself less nervous.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I saw you having a nightmare and wanted to scare you."

I took a deep breath, pretending that what he just said was just a joke.

I chatted with my son for a while before coaxing him back to sleep.

7.

Instead of going back to sleep, I opened my laptop.

I had the habit of writing a diary since I was young, and I subconsciously wanted to record memorable things.

My laptop had no password, and I could log in directly.

I opened eDiary, and the page was still at the place I wrote last time.

[Rebecca, don't blame me.]

Looking at the last line, it seemed that something was about to pop into my mind.

I flipped through the pages to find the diary I wrote before.

[Today, I asked a friend to buy several buckets of chia seeds. I will crush the apple seeds and put them in. PS: remember not to drink more than three times.]

[Coincidentally, there is dry ice at home. So I pretended to call my mother-in-law and poured some hot water as an excuse to check. I have already told Steven about the broken door lock. He is so busy that he won't fix it.]

"Could it be... I killed Rebecca?"

But I had a car accident that day. It was impossible to commit the crime.

I comforted myself like this, but the detailed modus operandi in the diary couldn't be faked.

This app was hidden in a folder. No one could see it.

I could clearly feel my heart beating so fast.

Even though my parents-in-law were very good to me, why did I do this?

I didn't sleep all night.