My sister-in-law’s eyesight isn’t very good. Before they got married, I was walking down the street side-by-side with my brother. She mistook me for a mistress and punched me straight in the face. My eyeball ruptured, leaving me blind in one eye. Yet, my future sister-in-law, Tiffany, just stuck out her tongue and laughed, "My eyesight is bad; I made a mistake. I'm about to marry your brother, so we'll be family soon. You shouldn't hold a grudge against me." My mom and brother also told me to let it go, saying I shouldn't ruin my brother's lifelong happiness. After the wedding, I was taking a shower at home when Tiffany rushed into the bathroom with a kettle of boiling water and poured it over me. I suffered severe burns all over my body, but Tiffany cried and threw herself into my brother's arms, sobbing, "I just love you too much. I can't stand any woman being near you." My brother was touched by her words and didn't blame her. My entire family dumped me in the hospital to rot, and I eventually died from a massive infection. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before I went out with my brother. 1 "Tiffany's birthday is coming up. I need to get her a gift. Sis, come with me to pick one out." Brandon shoved my shoulder, jolting me awake. The phantom pain of scalding water burning my skin hadn't faded yet. I immediately rolled up my sleeve, only to find my arm smooth and unscarred. "What are you doing? Let's go," Brandon urged, his voice raising a notch when I didn't respond. I ignored him and checked the date on my phone. Finally, I was sure. I had been reborn. "I can't. My stomach has been killing me these past few days. I can't go out," I said, clutching my abdomen and frowning. "You always have so many issues. I'm a woman too; I know you're just faking it. Get up and go shopping with your brother!" My mom heard the commotion and walked over, yanking my arm forcefully. Caught off guard, I fell to the floor. The pain I was faking suddenly became real. But now wasn't the time to argue. I couldn't go out. I had to save my eyes. "Mom, why don't you go with Brandon? You have better taste than I do. If Tiffany knows you picked the gift, she'll be even happier." Mom rolled her eyes. "I'm busy. I don't have time." I knew exactly what was happening. Brandon wanted me to go so I would pay for the gift. Mom knew it too, which was why she didn't want to go. I immediately took out my phone and transferred a sum of money to him. "I'll pay for it. Since the season is changing, buy yourself some new clothes too." Seeing the money, Mom's expression softened instantly. Seeing that the bill was covered, Brandon didn't care who went with him anymore. "Fine. Mom, go change your clothes. Let's head out." Mom turned to go to her bedroom, and I followed her. "Mom, wear this one. It looks good and makes you look younger and vibrant." I pulled a bright-colored outfit from the closet and handed it to her. She put it on without a second thought. Watching the two of them leave, I let out a long sigh of relief. But soon, I followed them out. Brandon and Mom went to the mall. Brandon already knew what he wanted to buy, so they headed straight for the luxury counters on the first floor. I watched from a distance but didn't approach. Soon, a familiar figure appeared. Brandon's girlfriend, Tiffany, was walking arm-in-arm with her best friend toward the counters. Her friend spotted Brandon first. "Tiff, isn't that your boyfriend over there?" Tiffany squinted and looked. She saw Brandon walking arm-in-arm with a woman, talking and laughing, looking very happy. Because the woman had her hair down, Tiffany couldn't see her face clearly. But it didn't matter if she could see the face. Confirming it was a woman was enough. "Great. He lied to me saying he was picking out a gift for me, but he's actually messing around with some homewrecker. Watch me teach her a lesson!" Tiffany rolled up her sleeves and charged forward, shouting at their backs, "Brandon!" Mom and Brandon turned their heads at the sound. The next second, a fist smashed right into my mom's eye socket. "Ah!" Mom screamed, clutching her eye and stumbling back a few steps. "You're really desperate, aren't you? Even going for someone this old? If you want to break up, just say it!" Brandon was terrified. When he snapped out of it, he immediately went to support Mom. Seeing this, Tiffany got even angrier. "I'll beat you to death, you old fox! Shameless old hag!" "Are you crazy?! That's my mom!" Brandon shouted. Tiffany's hand froze in mid-air. "W-what?" Mom covered her eye, wailing in pain. "My eye hurts so much! I can't see! Son, my eye!" "Auntie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I thought you were..." Tiffany reached out to help Mom, but after being punched, Mom wasn't about to be nice. She ignored Tiffany and grabbed onto Brandon, screaming, "Take me to the hospital! Son, Mom can't see!" They immediately hailed a taxi to the hospital, ignoring Tiffany the entire time. Knowing she was in the wrong and not wanting to break up yet, Tiffany followed them. Watching this farce from the shadows, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. 2 In my previous life, after Tiffany blinded me, I demanded police involvement. But Tiffany self-righteously claimed, "My eyesight is bad. Who told you two to walk so close? Even if you're siblings, you should have boundaries." "You only lost one eye. Are you going to ruin your brother's happiness forever? As a sister, you're too vicious." I was so angry I almost vomited blood. I took out my phone to call the police, but Mom snatched it away and slapped me across the face. "You troublemaker! You're just blind in one eye, not both! Will you only be satisfied if your brother is unhappy?!" Because I became disabled, the promotion that belonged to me was gone. The leadership moved me to a dead-end position serving tea and water. Then came the boiling water incident. After I was scalded, Tiffany laughed maniacally. "Fox, burn to death! Burn to death!" When the steam cleared and she realized it was me, she feigned shock. "Why is it you, sis? Why are you showering in the middle of the day? Are you trying to seduce my husband?" I was in agony all over. Ignoring my nakedness, I rushed out and called 911. I needed skin grafts. But Brandon and Mom stole my savings and told the doctors, "We're giving up treatment. Just let her pass away." Before I died from infection, Tiffany stood over my hospital bed, looking down at me. "In your next life, stay away from other people's husbands. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died." I died in excruciating pain. At my funeral, that adulterous couple still smeared my name, claiming I seduced my own brother and that my death was karma. I lived in pain and died without peace. Thankfully, the heavens opened their eyes and gave me another chance. This time, I won't let a single one of these villains go. 3 Brandon contacted me on the way, telling me to come to the hospital. When I arrived, the doctor was examining Mom. Tiffany looked me up and down when she saw me. "You are?" In this life, I deliberately kept my distance from them, so she hadn't met me yet. I smiled. "You must be Tiffany. I'm Brandon's sister. You two are really a perfect match." Hearing this, Tiffany didn't say anything else. Her punch in the mall had used all her strength. She had intended to beat the "mistress" to death. Mom's eyeball had ruptured on impact, and blood was continuously flowing from the corner of her eye. The doctor sighed. "We must perform surgery immediately to remove the eyeball." Hearing this news, Mom gasped, rolled her good eye back, and nearly fainted. I quickly stepped forward to support her. "My poor mother! Who did this to you? How will you live with only one eye?!" Hearing my wailing, Mom immediately remembered she hadn't settled the score with Tiffany yet. She stood up, grabbed Tiffany by the hair, and slapped her repeatedly with her free hand. "Bitch! Give me back my eye! Give me back my eye!" Tiffany was a bully who only picked on the weak. She was good at sneak attacks but was no match for my mom in a real fight. Beaten without the ability to fight back, she could only scream for Brandon to save her. Brandon didn't know who to help, so he could only separate them. "Son, break up with this little slut immediately! This kind of woman absolutely cannot enter our family!" Tiffany, eyes filled with tears from the beating, clung to Brandon's arm. "Hubby, I know I was wrong. I just lost my reason because I love you too much." Then she looked at Mom. "Auntie, I've decided to devote myself to you. I'll marry into your family as an apology. I'll be your daughter-in-law, take care of you, and be your eyes." Hearing this, a satisfied smile appeared on Brandon's face. He was clearly happy with this outcome. However, Mom was not. She cursed at Tiffany, "Our family doesn't dare to take a shrew like you! Get out! I don't want to see you!" She didn't forget to threaten Brandon, "If you stay with this woman, don't call me your mother!" Seeing the stalemate, I quickly stepped in to smooth things over and led the two of them out of the ward. I sighed. "Mom is furious right now; she won't listen to anything. You two wait outside for a bit. I'll talk to her." Tiffany, having just been beaten, had no patience for my mom and sat down heavily on a bench. Brandon immediately followed her. After they left, I returned to the ward. Tiffany had to marry into our family. The suffering I endured in my past life, this family needed to taste it too. I sat next to Mom and spoke earnestly, "Mom, calm down. Don't ruin your health. The damage is done. Let's think about the future." Mom, still angry, looked at me. "What do you mean?" A while later, I called the two outside back in. "I agree to let you marry my son," Mom said to Tiffany. 4 Tiffany's face lit up, but before she could speak, Mom stopped her. "But I have conditions." "First, you blinded one of my eyes. You have to pay for the surgery and hospitalization." "Second, regarding the expensive wedding gifts and financial demands, I think we can skip that. If it weren't for the fact that you're Brandon's girlfriend, I would have called the police. With my injury, if I pressed charges, you'd go to prison." Tiffany was unhappy about skipping the financial gifts, but Mom immediately threatened to call the police. I quickly advised Tiffany, "Tiff, once you marry in, we're family. Talking about money hurts relationships. Besides, you and Brandon aren't married yet. If Mom really calls the police and arrests you, what will you do? This isn't a domestic dispute; it's a crime! It would ruin your future children's chances for government jobs." Not paying the engagement money benefited Brandon, so he immediately joined us in persuading Tiffany. She couldn't out-talk three mouths and finally agreed. Hearing that their daughter had blinded her future mother-in-law, Tiffany's parents didn't dare say anything either. Because Mom needed surgery, there was no wedding ceremony. They just got the marriage certificate, and the matter was settled. Mom's eyeball was removed, leaving a dark, hollow socket. I bought her an eyepatch so she wouldn't scare people. Tiffany moved into our house. Mom was busy finding trouble for her every day and completely ignored me. Perhaps because they were newlyweds, Brandon and Tiffany's relationship was still quite good. But Tiffany wouldn't stop causing drama. One day, Tiffany wanted to visit her parents and asked Brandon to drive her. When she got in the car, she found the passenger seat had been moved forward. This time, she was slightly more rational. She didn't make a scene immediately but kept it in mind. When she came back, she pretended to ask me casually, "Sis, did you sit in Brandon's passenger seat a few days ago and adjust the seat?" I looked blank. "Adjust the seat? No, I didn't." Tiffany was silent for a moment. "Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me." "Yeah, I'm taller than you. If I adjusted it, I'd move it back, not forward." After I said this, Tiffany's hand clenched into a fist. She was already short. If the seat was moved forward, it meant the person was shorter than her. It could only be a woman. In Tiffany's eyes, this was undoubtedly a provocation. This "mistress" was very arrogant. But it didn't matter. She had ways to deal with her. Seeing the cruel smile on her face, I knew what she was planning. I silently stepped back into my room to avoid being caught in the crossfire. That evening, Brandon, who usually arrived home at 6:30, was late. Mom called him, but he didn't answer. Tiffany smiled. "Mom, don't wait for him. Let's eat first. He probably won't be back for a while." Hearing this, Mom snorted coldly. "Eat, eat, you only know how to eat. My son works so hard outside and can't even get a hot meal when he comes home." Tiffany was clearly in a good mood and didn't argue with Mom. A while later, the door opened. Brandon came back looking like he had lost his soul, his eyes dull, his forehead dripping with sweat. He looked up and scanned the three of us. Then he gritted his teeth and spoke, "Which one of you put superglue on my car seat?"
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