Synopsis:

My husband, Tom Swift, was "blessed" with a mother, Kate Swift, whose understanding of basic human discourse seemed as fathomless as the abyss. I had implored her, time and again, not to be excessively frugal, lest her penny-pinching led to the disastrous cutting of corners. Yet, she continued to employ her husband, Paul Swift's old, unworn underwear as a makeshift dishcloth for washing milk bottles, a practice that reeks of both absurdity and peril. Alas, my one-month-old daughter, Mia Swift, contracted a fungal infection as a consequence, her tender skin was marred by the insidious blight. Enraged beyond measure, I lashed out at her, branding her a dimwit, only to be met with a stinging slap from Tom. He vehemently asserted that I had no right to address his mother with such disrespect. Later, during Mia's delicate fungal surgery, the doctor's repeated admonitions echoed in our ears, warning that no food should be given. But Kate, in a covert act of defiance, surreptitiously fed my daughter a few morsels anyway. The outcome was catastrophic. During the surgery, Mia suffered from food reflux, and her airway was obstructed, leading to her suffocation and ultimate demise. Consumed by a torrent of hatred, I lunged at Kate, demanding she pay for my daughter's life with her own blood. But Tom and Paul, arriving in haste, declared that regardless of the circumstances, laying hands on an elder was beyond the pale. They violently pulled me away, causing my body to collide with the back of my head on a fatal spot, resulting in my instant death. In the end, they manipulated Tom's role as my husband to devour my family's assets, greedily siphoning off every last drop of our inheritance. Upon reawakening after a rebirth, I vowed with a fiery determination to make each and every one of them pay in blood for their heinous crimes.

Catalogue:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2