Part 2The Aunt from Hell

My voice was childish but clear, my expression serious.

The relatives at the table were surprised, especially Grandpa.

Everyone was used to me resisting my mom; no one expected this reaction.

In my past life, my mom came to give me a birthday gift.

Incited by my aunt, I smashed the crystal ball she gave me and screamed, "You shameless woman, running off with men! Get out of my house! Don't bully my aunt!"

That was the last time my mom came to see me. Soon after, my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and passed away.

My aunt naturally became my guardian.

She spoiled me rotten, taught me to be unreasonable, lazy, and unable to distinguish good from bad.

She encouraged me to drop out for "love," leading me to get pregnant before 18 and marry a divorced man in his 30s.

Meanwhile, she carefully cultivated her own daughter, teaching her to be diligent and refined.

When my husband beat me until I hemorrhaged, I begged my aunt for $200 to save the baby. The aunt who claimed to love me most sneered, "Forget $200, you won't get $20."

I was beaten to death by my husband. It was the mom I had hurt so deeply who held my body, trying to get justice.

But my aunt hypocritically advised, "Let it go. She was born bad. She's dead, you're free."

She turned around and signed a settlement letter, leading to my mom being stabbed to death on the street by my resentful husband.

Reborn, I will never be my aunt's tool again.

In this life, I will make her pay!