Mother-in-law was truly determined to get a divorce; she definitely could still go through with it."
Hearing my words, my husband finally blurted out anxiously.
"That won't do. If Mom divorces Dad, the property..."
I casually joked, "The elders' property naturally belongs to them. Our mother-in-law is healthy, not bedridden. Only when elders are in poor health and die early can the younger generation inherit..."
I gave an example: "Like Old Zhang's family downstairs. Aunt Zhang got cancer in her fifties and died at home two years ago. After her death, her properties went directly to her husband and son."
My husband was stunned, nodding slowly while drinking. "Right... inheritance..."
Two weeks later, disaster struck. After leaving home, Mother-in-law had cut off all contact. But then, she suddenly returned with Old Wang to fetch clothes. When the four of them—Mother-in-law, Old Wang, my husband, and Father-in-law—clashed, violence erupted.
In the chaos, my husband grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed at Old Wang. Mother-in-law blocked the blow, taking a fatal strike to the head. Father-in-law fought Old Wang but was overpowered, hitting his skull on a table corner. My husband, enraged, hacked Old Wang over 20 times.
By the time police arrived, three were dead. Neighbors had called earlier—I’d taken our son to my parents’ house that day, cleverly avoiding the carnage.
I’d secretly tipped off Old Wang about the empty house, hoping they’d come for valuables. Simultaneously, I told my husband they might return, making him and Father-in-law lie in wait. My perfect alibi held.
When I returned, blood soaked the living room. My eyes held no fear—only triumph. My husband was sentenced to death for intentional murder and manslaughter.
Three months later, I became a wealthy widow. The house and Mother-in-law’s homestead demolition compensation (5 million yuan) fell to me and our son. I bought property in the provincial capital, opened a supermarket, and built a peaceful new life with my family.
The future looks bright.
