In this lifetime, I would try to take advantage of the situation by faking pregnant and would get all of them to suffer what I endured.
Back to the present, I experienced dry heaving. I guessed this was simply a physical reaction to the memory of the poisonous mushrooms from my previous life.
However, pretending to be pregnant could work in my favor. It gave me an extra layer of protection.
After a long journey—planes, high-speed trains and buses—everyone collapsed exhausted at the bed-and-breakfast. While my sister-in-law complained about everything, I stood quietly by the window, gazing at the familiar mountain scenery. The fresh air brought a small sense of peace to my otherwise troubled heart.
"Mom, there are too many mosquitoes in this room. I want to switch with you!" my sister-in-law whined.
"And this place is filthy! It’ll ruin my clothes for tomorrow’s livestream. Here, wash them by hand," she continued to nag at me.
I took the clothes she threw at me and asked casually, "Since we're picking mushrooms tomorrow, do you want to go over the plan tonight?"