Rebirth: Exposing a Cheating Daughter-in-Law and an Ungrateful Son

My daughter-in-law cheated on my son behind his back, and I caught her. When I confronted her, she turned the tables on me, accusing me instead. I told my son everything exactly as it happened, but she broke down crying and accused me of bullying her.

"Ever since I married into the Simmons family, you've never been happy with me," she sobbed. "If I’d known you’d slander me like this, I would’ve been better off dead!"

She attempted to hurt herself to prove her innocence, but my son stopped her.

"Mom, how could you accuse my wife like that? You're my own mother, but this is too much!" he shouted. Furious, he moved out with her.

Later, I fell gravely ill and begged my son to come see me one last time. When he finally arrived, he brought her with him. To my horror, they removed my oxygen tube. As I struggled to breathe, I heard her smug voice whisper in my ear:

"Old hag, if it weren't for you accusing me of cheating, Herman and I wouldn’t have gotten your inheritance so quickly!"

She laughed coldly. "Oh, and next time you accuse someone, make sure you have evidence. Did you really think your word alone could ruin me?"

I died choking on my final breath. Afterward, they lived happily, spending my money without a care in the world.

But then, I woke up. It was the day I caught her cheating again.

This time, I went straight to work. I replaced the lubricant at home with industrial-strength glue.

She wanted proof? Fine. I’d give her proof.

"Mom, it’s time to go buy groceries. If you’re late, all the good stuff will be gone," my daughter-in-law, Ruby Larson, called out, still lounging on the sofa with her phone.

"The seafood at the East District market are fresh today. Go there to buy some!"

She didn't even look up as she hurried me to leave. I glanced at her briefly, hiding my thoughts, and smiled as I agreed. Picking up my basket, I walked out of the house.

The East District market is five kilometers away, which takes about two hours for a round trip. Still, I made my way there slowly and deliberately.

Why?

Because I had been reborn.

I knew Ruby was just finding an excuse to get me out of the house.

In my previous life, she used the exact same excuse to send me to the market. But I returned earlier than expected and caught her in bed with another man.

Furious, I confronted her and called my son, Herman Simmons, home from work. I told him everything I’d witnessed. But Ruby refused to admit it, crying and playing the victim instead.

"Mom, I know you’ve never liked me, but how could you slander me like this and ruin my reputation?" she sobbed. "If you family can’t tolerate me, I’d rather just end my life!"

My son, blinded by love, believed her dramatic performance. In the end, he chose her over me. He moved out with Ruby and even threatened to cut ties with me.

Later, I fell seriously ill and begged Herman to visit me one last time. But when he finally came, he stood by as Ruby coldly pulled the oxygen tube from my nose.

As I lay gasping for breath, moments from death, Ruby leaned in close, her voice dripping with venom.

"You old hag, if it weren’t for you accusing me of cheating, Herman and I wouldn’t have gotten your inheritance so quickly!"

She laughed cruelly. "Next time, if you want to accuse someone, bring proof. Did you really think your word alone would be enough to ruin me?"

Herman stood silently, adding only one sentence. "Mom, Ruby is the one who’ll be by my side for the rest of my life."

And then, I died.

After my death, my "wonderful" son and his wife spent my hard-earned money without restraint, living a life of luxury and indulgence.

But fate had mercy on me. I was given a second chance and returned to this moment.