Worth Searching For

After being exposed to paraquat, my internal organs felt as though they were being torn apart.

I looked at the family in front of me with detest. The pain in my body made it impossible for me to stand up.

"Haha, Mom, she looks like she is dying."

Jessie Charles' son pointed at me and laughed, while Raymond Lockhart stroked the little boy's head and spoke lovingly, "Yes, she deserves it. She is a bad person. She stays in our house and refuses to leave."

Immediately, their son picked up rocks on the ground and pelted them at me relentlessly. There was even a large red brick that landed on my head.

"Bad! Bad woman! I'll crush you!"

I was rolling on the ground in pain. My head was smashed and bloody, and my internal organs were slowly eroded by the poison.

I spat out large mouthfuls of blood. The whole family grinned and devoured my miserable condition. Jessie carefully wiped off the blood stains on her son's hands.

"Son, take this and stab her. Exercise your courage. Otherwise, what will you do when you get bullied by society? Come on, son!" Jessie found a box of needles and handed them to her son.

I was in so much pain that I had no strength to resist.

Needles were inserted into my fingers one by one, and then my toes. The pain intensified, causing me to faint and wake up again.

The torture was repeated over and over again, and I was worse off than dead. The harder I cried for mercy, the more excited they became. My body could not take it any longer and I took my last breath.

When I opened my eyes again, I found it was the day when my husband and mother-in-law went to the mountains to forage mushrooms.

"Cheryl, we've tried our best. We've searched below the cliff, but we can't find their bodies. They must have been eaten by the wolves already, and this is all that's left."

When the incident happened, my neighbor Gillian Charles brought a search team to the bottom of the cliff to look for my mother-in-law and husband.

Only two bloody coats were found.

Jessie was full of sympathy and kindness. She gently held my hand and comforted me, "You cannot resurrect the dead. You are also pregnant. You must take care of yourself."

It was a repeat of my last life. I was deceived by Jessie's fake kindness, and I believed her every word. I was so depressed that I fell into a coma.

The child did not make it, but I did not expect that this was the result she wanted.

I was calm as I looked out to the mountains. The three men who came back from the search were all relatives of Gillian's family.

There was a look of sympathy on everyone's face.

I sneered secretly, 'They are such good actors.'

"Hello? 9-1-1. My husband and mother-in-law fell off a cliff, and we couldn't find them."

"Cheryl, what are you doing!" Gillian rushed over to stop me, but I had already hung up.

"Alive or dead, I need to see their bodies. Perhaps you weren't looking at the right place."

"What? We've already searched everywhere. Even if you call the police, it wouldn't change reality," Jessie said unhappily.