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Duality Game
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At six o'clock, I was busy in the kitchen preparing a delicious meal. Fu Jing came over and hugged me from behind.
"You're working hard, my wife. I'm truly blessed to have married you," he said, affectionately rubbing his head against my neck, but I felt a chill run down my spine.
I pushed him away. "Stop it, the range hood is on; you shouldn't come in here." I closed the kitchen door, cutting off his view.
I skillfully chopped and stir-fried the vegetables, skills honed from taking care of my paralyzed mother-in-law.
In our first year of marriage, Fu Jing held my hand and looked at me with gratitude. "You've worked hard, Yuanyuan."
He always expressed his appreciation like that. Everything I did for him was seen and remembered in his heart.
After seven years of marriage, our relationship remained as strong as ever, even sweeter. I smiled gently, though the warmth didn't reach my eyes.
In my past life, Fu Jing publicly pointed at me, accusing me of being the murderer of his mother. He called me heartless and cruel. Those words pierced through me like knives, leaving me breathless with pain.
For seven years, I took meticulous care of my mother-in-law, yet she suddenly committed suicide without any warning signs. It was then that I realized some hearts could never be warmed.
The day she died was my birthday. In my entire life, I had only celebrated one birthday.
It was on that day that I became the target of everyone's blame. Just as I set the dishes on the table, Fu Jing walked in again.
"Let me take food to Mom today. You should stay home and rest," he said.
"The doctor said Mom will be discharged this week. We should go on a trip to celebrate our wedding anniversary."
At the mention of our anniversary, a bitter feeling rose in my heart. In three days, my mother-in-law would take her own life. When that time came, all misfortune would fall upon me.
Fu Jing began to separate the food into containers, and my hands trembled involuntarily. If everything followed the trajectory of my past life, in three hours, my mother-in-law would commit suicide. And I would be the one held responsible for driving her to it.
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but Fu Jing had already picked up the food containers and turned to leave.
Half an hour later, the hospital called.
"Zhao Yuan, look at what you've done!"
"Mom... what happened to Mom?"
"How can you even ask? If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have committed suicide!"
I could feel Fu Jing's anger through the screen; it was deafening in my ears. The nightmare of my past life replayed in my mind.
I rushed to the hospital in a daze, and as soon as Fu Jing saw me, he slapped me across the face.
"You malicious woman!"
"Weren't you supposed to take care of my mom? How could this happen?"
I was completely stunned by the blow. People around us began to pull out their phones to capture this "spectacular" scene.
People were pointing fingers at me.
"How can there be such a cruel woman in this world? She can't even take care of her mother-in-law in the hospital."
"She's truly an ingrate; what purpose does someone like her serve? Just wasting air!"
Fu Jing's fists fell upon me like a rain of blows, and I was utterly powerless to resist.
I desperately tried to explain, but no words would come out.
It felt as if something was lodged in my throat, preventing any sound from escaping.
I watched helplessly as Fu Jing pushed me in front of the reporters,
their cameras and microphones aimed directly at me.
He forced me to kneel before my mother-in-law's corpse to confess, tears streaming down my face as I trembled uncontrollably.
Outraged bystanders rushed forward, spitting at me and throwing trash.
I was escorted away from the hospital by the police,
while onlookers shoved discarded syringes into my arms.
"Ah—"
My head was bloodied, and this scene was captured and posted online.
With each share, I became known as the wicked daughter-in-law in the eyes of the world.
My parents kicked me out of the house amidst the neighbors' scornful glances,
and Fu Jing personally delivered me to prison.
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