The Mother's Second Chance

The Mother's Second Chance

Gavin

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I was a devoted mother, my world revolving around my precious baby girl, Lily. All I wanted was to keep her safe, to give her the best life possible, despite living under my in-laws' roof. But my mother-in-law, Karen, was a monster of penny-pinching cruelty. Her idiotic refusal to pay for proper medical care for Lily's jaundice, choosing a blazing hot lamp instead, was just the beginning. Then came her ultimate act of malice: swapping Lily's vital probiotic with her lethal pesticide, Bora-Kill. My baby, my sweet Lily, died a horrific, agonizing death. My husband, Mike, blamed me, calling it an accident, while his father, Frank, backed them both up. Consumed by a rage so pure it burned, I ended it all, taking them with me in a fiery gas explosion. The last thing I remembered was the sweet, cloying scent of gas, and a chilling satisfaction. Then I opened my eyes, not to death, but to the familiar, dingy floral wallpaper of Karen' s living room. Disbelief warred with a crushing wave of horror: I was alive, somehow, back in the very moment the nightmare began. And I heard it again – the piercing cry of my baby. This time, there would be no mistake. No more weeping for a broken life. I had the foresight, the memory of every single treacherous move they would make. My grief now fueled an unstoppable resolve: I would protect my Lily, and I would make every single one of them pay.

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I was a devoted mother, my world revolving around my precious baby girl, Lily.

All I wanted was to keep her safe, to give her the best life possible, despite living under my in-laws' roof.

But my mother-in-law, Karen, was a monster of penny-pinching cruelty.

Her idiotic refusal to pay for proper medical care for Lily's jaundice, choosing a blazing hot lamp instead, was just the beginning.

Then came her ultimate act of malice: swapping Lily's vital probiotic with her lethal pesticide, Bora-Kill.

My baby, my sweet Lily, died a horrific, agonizing death.

My husband, Mike, blamed me, calling it an accident, while his father, Frank, backed them both up.

Consumed by a rage so pure it burned, I ended it all, taking them with me in a fiery gas explosion.

The last thing I remembered was the sweet, cloying scent of gas, and a chilling satisfaction.

Then I opened my eyes, not to death, but to the familiar, dingy floral wallpaper of Karen' s living room.

Disbelief warred with a crushing wave of horror: I was alive, somehow, back in the very moment the nightmare began.

And I heard it again – the piercing cry of my baby.

This time, there would be no mistake.

No more weeping for a broken life.

I had the foresight, the memory of every single treacherous move they would make.

My grief now fueled an unstoppable resolve: I would protect my Lily, and I would make every single one of them pay.

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