The Best Revenge: Letting My Beauty Bloom

My husband, Milo Davis, was hit by falling objects from high altitude and became a vegetable.

The doctor said that he only had a few days to live, and rescuing him would only deepen his suffering, which would not be meaningful.

Whether to give up or rescue again depended on the decision of the family.

I signed my full name on the intention letter for rescue.

Rescue! We must rescue him!

I definitely want to rescue him. How can I let Milo, this scum, leave this world comfortably and painlessly?

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My husband, Milo, was hit on the head by falling objects from high altitude and became a vegetable.

When I heard this news, I didn't feel sad at all. I just thought he deserved it!

The doctor diagnosed that he wouldn't live long. He asked me if I want to rescue Milo again at that time?

The doctor also said that further rescue would be of little significance and would only make him suffer more. He asked me to inform the other family members and prepare for the funeral.

I didn't lack this amount of money, and besides, I had deep feelings for him, so naturally I wanted to save him.

Sure enough, Milo couldn't hold on for more than two days and had his last rescue. But in the end, he still couldn't survive and didn't even qualify to be a vegetable.

Milo had a mistress before he died, which made me extremely angry. However, my anger disappeared instantly when I thought that after he died, I would receive a large amount of accidental insurance compensation.

I was still very glad that when I arranged insurance for him, I bought him a high amount of accidental insurance.

After I finished the matters regarding the accidental insurance, I made countless phone calls to my parents-in-law and my sister-in-law, Cathy, but they refused to answer.

There was no other way. The hospital didn't permit Milo to stay there, so I had to spend some money to let the funeral home staff take him to the crematorium.

I didn't bother to deal with his ashes. I spent some money to have the staff from the funeral home help find a place to store them. Out of sight, out of mind. It was worth the money.

After finishing all this, I took the moving company's staff to my parents-in-law's house, had them move out all the large items, and then had them pack up and throw all of their belongings at the doorstep.

Then, I changed the lock and called a cleaner to clean the house from top to bottom before registering it for sale through the real estate agency.

While doing this, I specifically asked the movers to record the whole process for me, so that I wouldn't have any trouble later. I didn't want to waste my breath on them..

I directly took all the large items to the second-hand market to sell. These things were also used by, Milo's mistress. I didn't want to recycle and reuse them because they were dirty.

Just as I finished dealing with this pile of garbage and returned to the front door of my house, I saw a woman standing there. She was none other than my long-lost sister-in-law, Cathy Davis.

As soon as Cathy saw me, she jumped in front of me and cursed loudly: "Joyce, you shameless slut, how dare you come to my parents' house to steal things! You even changed the lock. Don't you want to live anymore? Be careful, my brother will come back and beat you to death."

I looked at Cathy jumping up and down in front of me, furrowing my brows. She was still so loose-lipped and disrespectful towards me.

In the past, because I loved Milo, I tolerated whatever she said. But now Milo had turned to ashes, how could I still tolerate her bad temper?

Looking back now, I thought I had been too kind to her before, so she dared to treat me disrespectfully. Thinking about her past actions, I raised my hand without hesitation and slapped her hard in the face.

"Who are you calling a slut? What do you mean by stealing your parents' things? That house was originally mine. I bought all the furniture in the house. I kindly let your parents live in the house, but now you think it's your house. You're really disgusting!"

Cathy probably had never seen me so fierce and didn't expect that I would hit her. She covered her face and immediately became confused.

"How do you dare to hit me?" Cathy looked at me incredulously, her face turned green with anger. After she realized what was happening, she immediately rushed towards me, raising her hand to give me a slap back.

But this time I was prepared. I firmly grasped her hand and forcefully pushed her backwards. Cathy stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before, I tolerated her for the sake of Milo, but now that I had seen the true colors of this family, how could I possibly let them take advantage of me again?

"Joyce Thomas, you evil woman. I'm going to call my brother and tell him that you hit me. You're dead meat."

"Oh, really?" I sneered, "Then go ahead and call him, let's see if he can still answer your phone."

Cathy got up from the ground and immediately dialed Milo's phone number.

The ringing sound of the phone came from my bag, and I laughed even more happily.

I took out Milo's phone from my bag and waved it to Cathy, kindly reminding her, "I called you more than a dozen times a few days ago. You should remember it. But because you deliberately didn't answer my call, you've missed the last chance to see your brother. He passed away a few days ago and has been cremated into ashes."

Cathy didn't believe what I said. She screamed sharply, "Joyce, how could you be so vicious? You even cursed my brother. You are at least husband and wife. How could you do this?"

I rubbed my ears and gave her a cold glance. It turns out that people are all hypocritical.

Her brother is such a scumbag. He did so many asshole things behind my back, but she seems blind and can't see it. Now, I just said something about her brother, and she thinks I'm malicious.

"Anyway, I've already brought up the matter. Whether you believe it or not, you can check the news from the past two days. Here are his hospital admission records, death certificate, and cremation certificate copies. If you don't believe it, you can go to the hospital and funeral home to ask."

I slapped the prepared copies of documents onto Cathy's face, then took out the keys and opened the door, walking into the house without looking back.

Once inside the house, I immediately called the moving company I used before and asked them to come and help me move.

This house was our marital home, but I didn't plan to live here anymore. I despised the presence of that scumbag, so I had already packed up my things these past two days.

As for Milo's things, I treated them like garbage and threw them all away. I didn't even keep a single photo of him and threw them all in the trash.

He did disgusting things while he was alive, so why would he need any dignity in death? That was why I didn't leave a single memorial photo for his family.

Now that I think about it, I realize how foolish and kind-hearted I used to be. I was bullied by them and didn't even resist. Indeed, women shouldn't let love cloud their judgment.