Widowed and Done With My In‑Laws
After my husband, Matt Blanchard, dies in a car accident, I choose to not keep up my act anymore.
Not only do I toss my in-laws' clothes out of my house, but I also snatch their assets, which they have accumulated for decades, from them.
Because of me, my in-laws are forced to roam the streets and scavenge for food as homeless people. Still, I ignore their plight.
My relatives and the entire Internet curse me out for being heartless. As always, I ignore their comments.
When my in-laws collapse on the streets from their illnesses and starvation, I celebrate their misfortune with fireworks.
No one knows that I've already been reborn a long time ago.
There's even a video clip stashed in my phone, featuring Matt, who's supposedly dead, tumbling in the sheets with his first love, Laura Donnelly, in the Nali Islands.