Terrified of reliving the tragedies of my past life, I hired a private investigator to follow them 24/7.
Sure enough, we uncovered some concerning information.
It turned out Lily had gotten back together with her ex–husband, Wayne Miller.
Looking at photos of them standing across the street from our apartment, I felt a surge of panic.
Wayne was nothing but scum. He had posed as a wealthy heir online, showing off luxury cars and homes to trick Lily into marrying him.
In reality, he was a degenerate gambler and domestic abuser.
A year ago, he had beaten Lily so badly she ended up in the hospital while pregnant.
Lucas and I had gone to great lengths and spent a fortune to force Wayne to agree to divorce Lily.
I never imagined they would get back together.
In my past life, the year before I died of cancer, Lily had also suddenly started going out early and coming home late.
Could it be that in my previous life, Lily had also ended up with Wayne in the end? Was Wayne involved in my death somehow?
It wasn’t impossible. A desperate gambler would be capable of anything.
Their appearance outside our home meant they must be plotting something.
Soon after, Lucas called to say Martha had made lamb stew and wanted us to bring Noah over for dinner.
I felt very uneasy about this meal.
I sensed it wasn’t going to be a simple family dinner.
I quickly shared my concerns with Lucas.
But he didn’t believe me.
“Honey, I think you’ve been watching too many TV dramas. You’re overthinking things. It’s Mom’s birthday, so she just wants us all to get
together.”
No matter what, I didn’t trust them. I absolutely refused to go.
Lucas reluctantly went by himself.
That night, Lucas got into a car accident.
My hands were shaking as I took the call from the doctor.
When I arrived at the hospital, Martha and Lily were in a heated argument with a man, demanding compensation for hitting Lucas.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I slapped Martha hard across the face, then grabbed Lily by the hair and slapped her over and over.
“Why did you try to hurt my husband?!”
Martha reacted quickly, seizing my hair and slamming my head against the wall repeatedly.
She snarled in my ear:
“You little bitch, if it wasn’t for you, Lucas wouldn’t be dying! This is all your fault for always trying to get rid of us.”
Lily started viciously kicking me in the stomach.
“Chloe Chapman, go to hell! Once you’re dead, Noah will be all mine.”
