After My Death, Mother Finally Believes Me

A woman accused me of being a mistress, tore my clothes, pinned me to the ground, and slapped me across the face.

In a panic, I grabbed an elegant socialite nearby and pleaded for help:

"Call the police! I don't even know her husband!"

But to my shock, the woman slapped me too:

"Chloe, you hooked up with your best friend's boyfriend seven years ago, and now you're a mistress again? Can't you ever change your ways?"

That's when I realized the elegant woman was my mother, Victoria, with whom I hadn't spoken in seven years.

Mom continued to scold me: