After I died, my soul did not perish. I discovered her secret, and I was so filled with hatred, but there was nothing I could do.
"Keith, are you asleep?" Wendy's coquettish voice brought me back to reality.
I desperately suppressed my hatred and pretended to be calm.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Keith asked.
"It's so cold. I can't sleep alone." Wendy frowned slightly, looking pitiful.
I was filled with resentment because this wasn't the first time Wendy had acted like this.
At first, she always joined our conversations.
Back then, I was glad that I was lucky because Wendy was a reasonable mother-in-law.
But later, every time Keith and I wanted to have sex, Wendy would barge in and interrupt the titillating atmosphere.
Now she even barged in in the middle of the night.
It was only then that I realized something was wrong.
Therefore, I wanted to talk to Keith.
But Keith didn't take it seriously.
"Are you jealous of my mom? You're crazy!"
In this life, Wendy, the drama queen, looked at me pitifully.
"Georgia, you won't mind, will you?"
I looked at her hypocritical appearance and sneered.
"It's so cold? You know what? Coffins are airtight and warm. Why don't you go find yourself a coffin and sleep inside?"