I pulled out a lipstick from my pocket and scribbled all over her pale face, mocking her, “Jessie, since this blind date is so great, why don’t you marry him yourself? You’ve been a widow for so long; it’s time you enjoyed the sweetness of love!”
Jessie grabbed a mirror and saw that I had drawn a large turtle on her face. She clenched her fists and screamed.
She rushed at me, knocking me to the ground.
As we fought, I kicked her a few times to vent my anger.
“Stop fighting, stop, please!”
A voice I hadn’t heard in so long but knew so well broke through the chaos – it was my father!
I rubbed my eyes to clear them and looked again. It was really him.
That’s right, at this point, my father was still alive.
Jessie took advantage of my distraction and grabbed a glass vase from the table, smashing it over my head.
With a loud “crack,” the vase shattered on my head. My skull buzzed from the impact, and a sharp pain flooded my senses. Warm liquid trickled down from the wound.
I clutched my head and crouched on the floor, gripping a shard of the broken vase tightly in my hand.
My father rushed over and cradled me in his arms, wiping the blood from my forehead with deep concern.
His embrace was so warm. In my previous life, he was my only source of comfort.
My eyes stung, and large tears splashed onto the floor.
In my last life, when my father died in the hospital, I was beaten unconscious by my husband. By the time I woke up at the hospital, Jessie had already cremated my father’s body.
Not being able to see him one last time was my greatest regret.
My father couldn’t help but scold Jessie:
“Jessie, Maggie is your niece. You’re being too harsh. If she doesn’t want to go through with this match, maybe we should just drop it!”
Jessie got up slowly, using the table for support. Narrowing her eyes, she gritted her teeth and said:
“Brother, you’re being foolish! I’ve been reborn and carry memories of my past life. I know what’s best for Maggie!
“In her last life, Maggie married Gary Allen and lived a comfortable life as a wealthy wife, raising two children. That’s her fate! And now she’s biting the hand that feeds her and acting ungrateful.
“Where else would you find a man like Gary Allen? He’s the richest man in the city. If it weren’t for him specifically asking to marry Maggie, how could this unimaginable fortune ever come to our family?”
Gary Allen was a twisted monster!