Part 2My Sister-in-Law's Hit-and-Run, My Life in Ruins

After my husband, Leo, died in an accident two years into our marriage, I stayed with his mother to care for her, to honor his memory.

I had just returned from a business trip that day when Amber called. She said Mark was away, and she needed a car. We were family, and we’d always gotten along, so I agreed without a second thought.

I never imagined she would push the Porsche to 125 mph on a city street.

She didn’t even slow down in a crowded pedestrian area.

That’s when she hit them. The young family, about to step onto the crosswalk. The impact launched the infant from its mother’s arms.

Amber didn’t call for help. She put the car in reverse and ran them over again, just to be sure.

Her cruelty enraged the bystanders.

But she, hiding behind my name, just screamed at them.

“Three blind idiots threw themselves at my car! Just bought this thing, and now it’s tainted with bad luck!”

When a witness yelled at her to call an ambulance, she scoffed. “I’m the Chase heiress. Who do you think you’re talking to? You call them. If they’re not dead yet, whoever calls pays the medical bills! Besides, there are no cameras here.”

With that, she sped off, leaving a shattered family to die on the pavement.

She then called me, fed me the lie about a fender-bender, and tricked me into wiring “compensation” money to the grieving family.

The family intended to lay their loved ones to rest before seeking justice.

But Amber couldn’t wait. She put on a pair of oversized sunglasses, a festive pink Chanel-style tweed dress, and crashed their wake with a few hired bodyguards.

“Three cheap lives, and I, Wendy Chase, had to come see for myself. I’ve sent you the funeral money. Don’t bother me about this again.”

The family tried to stop her, but her bodyguards cleared a path.

So, when I returned home, their rage found its target. They stormed the house, deaf to my pleas and explanations, and stabbed me dozens of times. I bled out on the floor, not a single inch of my body left unscathed.

My father was devastated. He knew I could never do such a thing and began his own investigation.

When Amber found out, she hired a PR team to fan the flames online. An army of trolls, fueled by class hatred, launched a coordinated smear campaign, flooding the IRS with bogus tips about our company. My father, exhausted, juggling the investigation and the corporate crisis, drove off a cliff.

Only after I died did I learn it was all Amber’s plot.

She was jealous that Leo was a better businessman than Mark. She was jealous of the life of luxury I lived.

She forgot that I was born into that life. I was the Chase heiress. My good fortune had nothing to do with the man I married.

The thought that she destroyed my father and me for such petty reasons makes me want to tear her apart with my bare hands.

But that would be too easy.

The agony I suffered in my last life? She’s going to experience every second of it.

I have fifty minutes until they arrive. Not enough time to hire security.

As I frantically wonder how to protect myself, a street vendor outside the airport catches my eye.