"It's all because of you! If you hadn't told me about your brother's affair, I wouldn't have quarreled with him and got divorced!"
I didn't know how to deal with Shirley's blame.
Not long after the divorce, my brother brought his mistress home.
Shirley thought I deliberately broke up her and my brother. She, together with her nephew, lured me into their house and killed me.
My nephew spat on my face and said, "Aunt Emily, it's all your fault for meddling in our business and making me lose my family."
Bruce came home and saw the scene of my sister-in-law killing me.
Bruce hated me, for I told my sister-in-law about his affair, destroying his family.
He looked coldly at me and closed the door.
And I was killed like this.
Reborn, I wouldn't meddle anymore.
My sister-in-law cooked a good meal and waited for Bruce to come home for dinner.
After Bruce came home, he glanced at the dishes on the table and said disdainfully, "Why is it the same few dishes again?"
"I made your favorite fish." My sister-in-law said as she took off Bruce's suit jacket.
As soon as Bruce sat down, my nephew approached and smelled the scent on Bruce, saying, "Dad smells so good. The scent is so nice."
My sister-in-law was startled for a moment, then recovered and smiled awkwardly, "Dad went out for business. Maybe he accidentally got some on him."
"Hmm," Bruce responded coldly, defaulting to Shirley's explanation.
At the dining table, my nephew and I chatted about interesting things at school.
My sister-in-law was absent-minded, occasionally glancing at Bruce, as if trying to find some clues from him.
Bruce ate his meal in silence.
After finishing the delicious dishes on the table, Bruce threw down his chopsticks.
"I have a social engagement tonight, so I won't come back today."
"I'll pick you up after your social engagement!"
Seeing Shirley's pale and dull face, Bruce sounded a bit impatient, "No need. It will be too late for you to come back and forth. It's not good for both of us."
I knew Bruce was going to see his mistress. When he came home, there would be a strong scent of perfume on him, which could only come from intimate contact with someone, who had sprayed perfume.
At the dining table, he occasionally glanced at his phone. The phone lit up, and I saw something about a hotel. Bruce picked up the phone so quickly that I didn't see clearly which hotel it was.