On Mother's Day, I Took My Mother-in-law to Buy Gold

On Mother's Day, I was attacked and mauled by a crazed Samoyed.

My mother-in-law stood five meters away, trembling and covering her eyes.

In my final moments, I saw the blood-stained Samoyed still smiling.

The scene was terrifying and eerie.

After my death, my soul lingered briefly. My saint-like husband forgave the Samoyed's owner.

Less than two months later, he took the huge accidental compensation payout from my death and remarried a young bride.

My mother-in-law bluntly said, "Without you, how would he have gotten the compensation so quickly?"

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn.

***

"Wife, today the insurance company recommended an accident insurance plan to me. I think it's pretty good. How about we both get one?"

My husband casually brought it up while browsing through the insurance policy terms.

My heart was filled with dread, and scenes from my previous life flooded my mind.

My hands trembled slightly, and my eyes were filled with fear.

My husband wanted to kill me for the insurance payout!

I couldn't understand how such a kind-hearted man could do something so terrible.

Seeing my strange reaction, my husband asked, concerned, "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

I looked at him, confused.

To everyone else, he was the model husband—decent-looking.

He handed over his entire paycheck, didn't drink or smoke, came home on time after work, and always praised his wife in public.

Whenever I argued with my mother-in-law, he always took my side.

I had always thought I'd found a good match.

That was why I was willing to marry into this family despite having a difficult mother-in-law.

I didn't expect that I was wrong in the end.

Like mother, like son.

"Wife, don't scare me. Let's go to the hospital!"

My husband shook my shoulders, his pale face making me feel dazed.

I so wished it was all just a nightmare.

But I knew clearly that I wasn't mentally ill, nor was I hallucinating.

This time, I would uncover his hypocritical facade and seek justice for myself.

This time, I would uncover his hypocritical facade and seek justice for myself.

"I'm feeling a bit unwell; maybe it's because my period is coming…"

Without another word, he rushed to the kitchen and made ginger tea with brown sugar, coaxing me to drink it.

As he muttered, "Why is your period early this month? Do you feel unwell anywhere else?"

"No more..."

It was honestly ridiculous how someone could act so well.

"Wife, about the insurance I mentioned earlier, what do you think?"

"I think… it's pretty good. Let's both get one, and list each other as the beneficiaries."

He seemed surprised that I agreed so quickly, pausing for a moment.

But he soon recovered, saying, "Great. I'll take care of everything. You just need to sign, so you don't get too tired."

How thoughtful of him!

…

At the dinner table, he mentioned to my mother-in-law that we were getting accident insurance.

"Why waste money on that? You should give me the money to save for you two instead! Is it you again, pushing my son into buying such ridiculous insurance?" she snapped.

My husband defended me, explaining in detail the benefits of the insurance.

If either of us had an accident, the other would receive a huge payout from the insurance company.

There was no need to tell my mother-in-law about buying insurance, but he still did, sharing every detail.

What I hadn't noticed before now seemed clear—he was subtly guiding my mother-in-law toward something.

As expected, when she heard how much the payout could be, her expression changed.

She mumbled under her breath, "That much?"

I put down my bowl, saying, "I'm heading to work."

"Wife, could you drop off Maxwell's son at kindergarten? I already promised him."

That little boy was a menace.

Every time I took him to kindergarten, my car ended up with scratches and dents.

He would even hurl insults at me.

Whenever I tried to complain to Maxwell, my husband would say, "Why are you fussing with a child?"

I had clearly stated that I didn't want to send him anymore.

"You promised it yourself, so go and send him."

After saying that, I grabbed my bag and left.

Just as I arrived downstairs, I saw that kid forcefully scratching my car with a knife.

I took a step back towards the darkness.

Ever since I died once, I cherish my life even more.

I didn't want to put myself in any danger again, after all, I didn't have to accept punishment for being hurt by him.

So I took the subway to work.

On the way, my husband called me and asked why I didn't take Maxwell's son to kindergarten.

I hung up the phone directly.

Then he kept bombarding me with text messages.

Seeing that I really ignored him, he could only take the child to kindergarten himself.

When I got home in the evening, my husband kept complaining about how annoying that child was.

"Now you know how painful it is when the knife is stuck in your own body?"

My husband came to his senses and kept apologizing to me.

"Wife, I was wrong. I will never force you again next time."

And I coldly took out my phone, "Hello, I want to report to the police. My car has been scratched."

The police quickly found the child through surveillance.

The child was brought to my door to apologize, and Maxwell also compensated me with 5,000 dollars.

The naughty child looked at me fiercely.

I immediately hugged him and said, "Auntie was wrong. It's better for the child not to be left with any shadows. Honey, I told you there was no need to call the police. Look, the child was just playing around. There was no need to make such a big fuss."

The acting was a bit exaggerated, but it was enough to deal with a child.

When my husband heard what I said and was about to refute, I pushed the child to Maxwell and asked him to comfort the child.

I also returned the 5,000 dollars to Maxwell and said, "We are neighbors. It's not a big deal. From now on, my husband will take the child to school."

Maxwell was very grateful, and I waved my hand generously and said, "We are neighbors. If I can help, I will."

After everyone left, my husband asked me discontentedly why I lied.

I covered my chest in fear and said, "I was scared when I saw the child's eyes just now. That's why I babbled. Honey, you won't blame me, will you?"

"Why would I blame you? I'm just feeling strange."

Since then, my husband had become the one who picked up and drops off the kids.

Every day, he had to wake up an hour earlier, and he had been late for work several times.

He always unintentionally mentioned his embarrassed appearance of picking up and dropping off the kids in front of his mother-in-law.

His mother-in-law felt sorry for her good son and turned her anger towards me.

"Who else has a man who picks up and drops off the kids every day? As a wife, you should help your husband with these things. It's not enough that you don't do housework after marrying you. Now even such a small thing..."

I chuckled, "It's not like I asked him to help someone else pick up the kids. Besides, my husband is just so willing to help others. Why do you care so much?"

I turned around and hugged my husband's arm, "Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mom, please say less."

His mother was so angry that she didn't even eat dinner.

But the next day, I saw an extra gold necklace on my mother-in-law's neck.

This was a gift I bought overnight to apologize to my mother-in-law.

"This is a gold necklace that your husband bought for me. How do you like it? Don't tell me you don't have one."

"I have plenty. My husband has given me many gold necklaces. Has your husband given you any?"

As a widow for twenty years, my mother-in-law heard me mocking her like this and immediately splashed the hot porridge in her hand towards me.

I dodged and all the hot porridge splashed onto my husband who had just come out of the bedroom.

My mother-in-law scolded angrily, "What are you hiding for? It all splashed onto my son!"

I couldn't stand watching them act anymore, so I gave her a disdainful look and walked straight out of the door.