Love Story1 Chapter 1 

“Hey babe, tough day at work? I made a bunch of your favorite dishes. Give them a try and tell me what you think,” Matthew Harrison sall, rarefully placing the homemade food on my desk, his eyes filled with anticipation. 

As I looked at the familiar, gentle smile that had never wavered in over twenty years of marriage. I felt a chill run down my spine. Matthew had always treated me with unwavering love and tenderness, like we were still in the honeymoon phase. Anything I mentioned wanting, he would remember and bring to me, no matter what. 

Our daughter had always been attached to me, even coming home to stay when she got pregnant so I could take care of her. Matthew, wanting to make things easier for me, quit his job to care for both of us full–time. With him around, neither my daughter nor I had to lift a finger 

But if I hadn’t lived through it myself, I would never have belleved that the same kind, gentle man who cared for me deeply would publicly accuse me of abusing our daughter every single day. [ 

“Babe, what’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” Matthew asked, his expression clouded with concern, a flicker of fear in his eyes at the thought I might reject his efforts. 

I forced a smile, hiding my anger and suspicion, and took the chopsticks from him. I started eating the food he’d carefully prepared. bite by bite. It tasted delicious, but the more I ate, the more bitter it felt going down. 

In my previous life, it was right after this meal that our daughter died in that fire. By the time I reached home, all that was left was her charred body. I had cradled her in my arms, screaming and crying until I had no voice left. Then, out of nowhere, my best friend–Victoria–pointed at me, accusing me of killing my own daughter. [] 

I didn’t understand. Victoria claimed that before she died, my daughter had called her, crying, saying I beat her every day during her pregnancy, causing her to miscarry. She said my daughter told her she couldn’t bear to face me, that she’d rather die than live with a monster like me. 0 

Right as Victoria and I were arguing, Matthew arrived. I had hoped, prayed, that he would stand by me, defend me, clear 

my name. 

But instead, he turned to me with tear–filled eyes and screamed in front of everyone, “Ever since our daughter gor married, you’ve done nothing but criticize her husband and pressure her to leave him! I told you to stop interfering in their lives, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you’ve pushed her to her death, are you happy?!” 

He went on, accusing me of bringing our daughter home from her in laws‘ place just to lock her up and beat her, forcing her to miscarry and pushing her to divorce. “Did you ever think about how she felt? Now she’s gone, and you’ve taken not just her, but my grandchild tool” 

very word was like a knife to my heart, as Matthew stood there, weeping and condemning me in front of everyone. He painted me as the cruel mother who hated her son–in–law so much that I drove my daughter to her death. 

But I had loved my daughter dearly and had never raised a hand to her. I had even liked her husband. How could anyone believe I was capable of this? 

Desperate to clear my name, I called the police to investigate. But when they pulled the security footage from our house. it showed me beating my daughter every single day. In the footage, she begged me to stop, crying and pleading for mercy. 

I watched in disbelief as the recordings played. The timestamps matched, and I had been at home during those moments, but I had never done any of the things shown on that footage.] 

Despite my protests, the crowd turned on me. The medical examiner found old injuries on my daughter’s body, proving long–term abuse. The evidence was damming, and soon, everyone helleved I was a monster. 

“Can you believe this woman?” someone from the crowd had shouted. “She hated her son–in–law so much, she beat her daughter and killed her grandchild just to force a divorce!“]] 

“That’s not even the worst part! She’s such a good actress, crying over her daughter’s body like she cared. It’s disgusting!” 

Trash and stones were hurled at me as people screamed and cursed. I became a trending topic, known as the “monster” mother–in–law,” a villain who destroyed her own family. [] 

I was hated by everyone. [] 

Then, just as the crowd’s anger reached its peak, my son–in–law emerged from the crowd, wielding a knife. 

He hacked me to death in front of everyone.[] 

He slashed at my neck repeatedly, killing me right there on the spot. 

The crowd was huge, but no one stepped in to stop him.] 

Instead, they cheered, clapping and praising my son–in–law as a hero for “ridding the world of a monster.“[] 

I died to the sound of their applause. 

Even in my final moments, I couldn’t understand.[] 

How could the daughter I raised with such care have suffered daily abuse, miscarried, and set herself on fire? 

The pain of my last life was still fresh in my mind.[] 

But this time, I was determined to uncover the truth!