Part 1: A Second ChanceReborn to Slap the Face of My Vicious Sister-in-law and Biased Mother

To save on rent, my sister-in-law Jessica teamed up with my mom and sweet-talked their way into moving into my newly renovated house. Later, when my nephew Ryan died of leukemia, Jessica blamed me for it.

"It's you! You deliberately used the cheapest materials, which killed my son!" she screamed, her eyes wild with grief and anger.

She lunged at me with a kitchen knife, stabbing at my swollen belly. "Since my son is dead, you don't get to have your brat either!"

Eighteen stabs. Neither my baby nor I survived.

Perhaps Heaven took pity on me and granted me a chance to be reborn.

...

I was reborn five years in the past. Still reeling from the pain of being stabbed to death in my previous life, I overheard my sister-in-law Jessica and my brother Jack's scheming voices outside my room.

"Nora's house is newly renovated. Why don't you talk to Mom and see if we can stay there with Ryan for a year?" Jessica suggested.

"Will she agree?" Jack still had a shred of conscience, saying it was my new house for when I got married, and it might not be appropriate for them to live there with a child.

Jessica glared at him. "We're family. What's the big deal? Besides, it's a three-bedroom apartment. We won't be using her master bedroom."

Hah! They said they wouldn't use the master bedroom now, but after moving in, the whole family slept in my king-sized bed in the master bedroom. They had the audacity to say the bed was bigger and more suitable for sleeping with a child, plus it had an en-suite bathroom which was more convenient.

My nephew frequently wet the bed, soiling my expensive mattress with urine stains.

What's more infuriating was that they lived in my house without paying for utilities or property management fees.

When I mentioned this to my mom, she sided with my brother and sister-in-law, saying, "It's just a few hundred dollars for utilities and fees. As a sister, isn't it your duty to help your brother?"

At the time, I thought they would keep their word and move out when my nephew started first grade.

Little did I know that getting rid of them would be harder than inviting them in. They stayed for four or five years, refusing to leave.

Until one day, my nephew was diagnosed with leukemia, and they blamed his illness on me.

After my nephew passed away, Jessica smashed everything in my new house.

"It's you... you did it on purpose. You deliberately used the cheapest materials for renovation, intentionally killing my son."

She grabbed a knife and stabbed viciously at my belly.

I instinctively tried to run, but six months pregnant and already wounded by her first strike, I couldn't outpace her.

I barely made it two steps before she dragged me back.

"Nora, you bitch, die!" Jessica screamed.

Blood gushed from my body, staining the new carpet red. I felt like a broken sack, holes everywhere, bleeding profusely.

Jessica's face twisted and distorted before my eyes, her screams and curses echoing in my ears, but I was powerless to respond.

I never imagined she would be so brutal.

I had softened my heart and let them live in my new home, never asking for a penny in rent. I even paid for their utilities and property fees. In the end, she killed me and my child, stab by stab.

By the time I breathed my last, Jessica came to her senses.

As my soul left my body, I watched my brother and mother frantically help Jessica dispose of my corpse.

They initially planned to hide my body to protect Jessica.

To quote a popular internet saying: Those who kill often know that while murder is easy, hiding a body is hard.

The truth came out. My mother knelt before my husband Iker, begging for his forgiveness and pleading for a letter of understanding.

That woman who gave birth to me and raised me was now kneeling for the murderer who killed me.

"My grandson was killed by Nora, and Jessica just lost her mind for a moment. Iker, please forgive her... Even if you kill Jessica, it won't bring Nora and the baby back," my mother pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing my mother's tear-stained face, my heart turned cold. I was her daughter, after all...

I could understand my brother protecting his wife, but why was my mother like this?

Talking about a momentary lapse, begging my husband not to press charges.

Hah, a momentary lapse that ignored my desperate pleas and stabbed me 18 times?

I closed my eyes, and everything that happened in my previous life flashed before me.