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Two months pregnant, my mother-in-law poisoned my dog that I had raised for seven years and beat my cat that I had raised for five years to death. My husband questioned me, "Are our child important or are these pets important?" Later, in the end of the world with high temperatures, they threw me out of the house after my child was born. I was roasted to death by the sun. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the pre-apocalyptic world. I immediately had an abortion and ran away with my furry children. I let my mother-in-law's family struggle in extreme heat while I enjoyed eating ice cream, using air conditioning, and playing with my pets in my own safe house.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
[1]
Two months into my pregnancy, my mother-in-law poisoned my dog, Cookie, which I had raised for seven years, and beat my cat, Fluffy, which I had cared for for five years, to death.
My husband confronted me, "Is our child more important, or are these pets more important?"
Later, when the scorching heatwave apocalypse arrived, they waited until after my child was born to throw me out of the house.
I was scorched to death by the relentless sun.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before the apocalypse.
I decided to terminate the pregnancy, grabbed my beloved pets, and ran.
I left my in-laws to suffer in the unbearable heat.
Meanwhile, I enjoyed ice cream and air conditioning in the safety of my own shelter, relishing the company of Cookie and Fluffy.
[2]
"How many times do I have to tell you? Those cats and dogs are filthy and full of germs!"
"Get rid of them by tomorrow!"
The sharp, screeching voice made my eardrums ache.
I opened my eyes and saw the contorted face of my mother-in-law, Susan.
The air was not suffocatingly hot, and my lips and tongue didn't feel parched.
I quickly turned my head to look at the calendar on the wall.
I had been reborn, back to when I was two months pregnant.
That was two months before the extreme heatwave hit.
I remembered that before I died, due to the extreme heat, our family was trapped indoors, too afraid to go outside.
When I went into labor, Susan insisted on delivering the baby at home, relying on her supposed experience.
The pain was unbearable, and after much struggle, I finally gave birth, only to suffer from severe bleeding.
Seeing me on the brink of death, they threw me out of the house.
Even my always obedient husband, Dylan, remained silent in the face of my pleas.
I was left to die under the scorching sun.
It wasn't until the moment of my death that I finally realized.
Dylan's constant obedience was because he was completely under his mother's thumb.
To him, the most important person was his mother.
And Susan was so cruel that she had lost all sense of humanity.
When I was two months pregnant, Susan poisoned my dog, a Golden Retriever named Cookie, whom I had raised for seven years.
Cookie was always well-behaved. Even though Susan always disapproved of him and often hit or kicked him, he would only whimper sadly, never fighting back.
When Susan fed him, he wagged his tail and ate excitedly.
But that meal ended his life.
After Cookie's death, Susan set her sights on my three-colored cat, Fluffy, whom I had raised for five years.
Fluffy was very smart and never ate anything Susan gave her.
So, Susan took the opportunity to catch her when I wasn't around and beat her to death with a stick.
When I saw Fluffy's mangled body, I cried so hard that I threw up.
Dylan told me, "They're just cats and dogs. We can always get new ones."
"You've had them for so many years; they wouldn't have lived much longer anyway."
I didn't listen and continued to cry and fight with Susan, but Dylan angrily questioned me:
"What's more important, our child or these cats and dogs!?"
But after losing his temper, he would kneel down and apologize.
"I'm sorry, honey. I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you."
"I'm just thinking about our child and our family."
"What if something happened to our child because of these pets?"
His apologies were so sincere, even shedding a few tears.
Under his constant persuasion, I eventually gave in.
Little did I know, this endurance would ultimately cost me my life.
Looking at Susan's cursing face, Dylan sitting indifferently on the sofa, and Cookie and Fluffy playing happily in the room.
A cold resolve settled in my eyes.
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