Mortician's Revenge

Mortician's Revenge

Eydie Pfefferle

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I'm a mortuary cosmetologist, with both looks and money. My sister-in-law is a fan of my brother and always wants me to be her sister-in-law. As her brother approaches forty, someone introduced me for marriage. She brought people to the funeral home to cause a scene, claiming I was a mistress. In the end, I personally cremated her.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Sabrina, even though you're a college graduate, you work at a funeral home. Only my brother would be desperate enough to want someone like you!"

I sneered at my sister-in-law, Roselyn. "If your brother is so wonderful, why don't you set him up with your best friend?"

"Well, my brother just got out of prison. No one else would want him!"

"So, you think I'm running a charity here?"

I stood up, refusing again. "I advise you to give up. There's no way I'm marrying your brother!"

"If your brother can't find a wife and your family line ends, that's the Gibson family's problem. Don't drag me into it!"

Roselyn picked up a glass of water and threw it at me. "Fine, I tried to talk nicely, but if you won't listen, don't blame me for being rude!"

I rolled my eyes at Roselyn and left for work.

Roselyn's life has always revolved around her brother. Her parents favored him over her and manipulated her from a young age. Ever since Roselyn's marriage, her brother has been obsessed with the idea of me marrying into their family. Roselyn schemed every day, using every trick in the book to get me to marry her brother. With her brother pushing forty, her parents were getting desperate, putting immense pressure on Roselyn, who then pressured me.

I didn't take her words to heart, but I never expected Roselyn to cause a scene at my workplace that afternoon.

"Aunt Sadie, this is the homewrecker I told you about. This shameless woman uses her looks to seduce my husband whenever I'm not around!"

"My husband's heart has been stolen by her. Look at this hussy! Today she's seducing my husband, and tomorrow she'll be after yours!"

I had just finished preparing a body, feeling nauseous. The deceased had died in a car accident, and their face was almost completely disfigured, a gruesome image that lingered in my mind, making me dizzy.

"Roselyn, what do you want now?" I asked coldly.

Roselyn held her stomach with one hand and wiped her tears with the other.

"Everyone, look at this shameless woman! She seduced my husband and is still so arrogant, without a shred of conscience. Why do our men despise us? It's because of mistresses like her!"

"Look at her, flaunting her jewelry. Just the gold bracelet on her hand costs at least ten thousand!"

I looked at Roselyn, who was causing a scene, and restrained my anger. "Roselyn, this is my workplace. If you have something to say, say it at home. If you keep causing trouble, I'll have to call the police!"

"You tramp, seducing someone else's husband and still acting so high and mighty!"

"Roselyn, don't worry. Today, Aunt Sadie will make sure this tramp learns not to mess with the Gibson family!"

I watched as Roselyn's lips curled into a cold smile. She mouthed silently, "Sabrina, you should have agreed to marry my brother."

"I tried to talk to you nicely, but you wouldn't listen. You forced me to use this tactic!"

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