“Even that niece of yours is no better. She pretends to care, but really, she just wants to look like a saint! She told me you’ve got some hereditary mental illness, but it was all just a way to build up her good-guy image. Disgusting!
“Good thing I’m smart! All the money I took from you is exactly what I deserve. Call it compensation for my wasted youth. You should thank your niece! If it weren’t for her, maybe you really would’ve been able to marry a ‘normal’ woman like me,” Teresa mocked.
Teresa, being an orphan, had no family.
She fled to another city, and my uncle had no way of finding her.
He was left with nothing – no money, no bride. His mother and grandmother were so furious they fainted, and our relatives had to rush them to the hospital in a panic.
No one noticed my uncle as he picked up a knife and stabbed me to death.
I had tried to help Teresa out of kindness, and yet she ignored my plea and deliberately sold me out!
As for my uncle, when he killed me, he was fully aware of what he was doing.
I begged for my life, but all he said was that it was my fault he couldn’t get married.
“You can go straight to hell. If it weren’t for you, Teresa would never have left me!” he screamed as the blade pierced my heart. The blood splattered onto his face, and he looked even more deranged.
I died a painful death, and he feigned a mental breakdown, avoiding legal punishment. He was merely sent to a psychiatric hospital.
My parents, eager for compensation money, signed a settlement agreement that helped my brother with his down payment on a house.
In my past life, I had been too soft-hearted and meddlesome, and I paid the ultimate price for it.
This time, I raised my glass in celebration.
“Here’s to my uncle and his future wife – may you have a long, happy marriage and many children.”
The psycho and that gold-digging bimbo deserved to be shackled together for life!
Teresa smiled at my words. “Thanks! Out of everyone here, we’re the closest in age. Maybe I can come hang out with you sometime?”
Before I could answer, my mom chimed in, “Of course! It’s the holidays, and she doesn’t have to work.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Mom, even though it’s the holidays, I still have to work from home sometimes.”