Before they were married, I was walking down the street with my brother. His girlfriend mistook me for his mistress and punched me in the face. My eye socket shattered, and I lost sight in one eye. Her excuse? She laughed and stuck out her tongue. "Sorry, my eyesight is bad. I misjudged. I'm marrying your brother soon, so we're family. Let's not hold grudges, okay?" My mother and brother told me to let it go. They said I shouldn't ruin his happiness. After they got married, I was taking a shower in my own home. My sister-in-law kicked the door open and poured a pot of boiling water over me. I suffered severe burns all over my body. She cried and threw herself into my brother's arms. "I just love you too much! I can't stand any other woman near you!" My brother was moved by her "love" and forgave her. I was dumped in a hospital by my family and left to rot. I died of sepsis. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before I went shopping with my brother. 1 "Hannah's birthday is coming up. I need to get her a gift. Sis, come help me pick something out." Tom shook my shoulder, jolting me awake. The phantom pain of boiling water searing my skin lingered for a second. I frantically rolled up my sleeve, but my arm was smooth and unscarred. "What are you doing? Let's go," Tom urged, his voice louder now. I glanced at my phone. The date confirmed it. I had been reborn. "I can't," I said, clutching my stomach and frowning. "Cramps. Bad ones. I'm not going anywhere." "You're so dramatic," my mom's voice cut in as she walked into the room. She grabbed my arm and yanked me off the bed. "It's just cramps. Stop faking it. Get up and go with your brother!" I fell to the floor, unprepared for the shove. It hurt, but I didn't care. Right now, my priority was saving my eye. "Mom, why don't you go with Tom? You have better taste than me. If Hannah knows you picked it out, she'll be even happier." Mom rolled her eyes. "I'm busy." I knew the drill. Tom wanted me to go so I would pay. Mom knew it too, which is why she didn't want to go. I pulled out my phone and Venmo'd Tom $500. "Here. My treat. Buy yourself some new clothes for the season while you're at it." Seeing the money, Mom's expression softened instantly. Tom, realizing he had a payer, stopped caring who went with him. "Fine. Mom, go change. Let's head out." Mom turned toward her bedroom, and I followed. "Mom, wear this one," I said, pulling a bright red jacket from her closet. "It makes you look younger and gives you a great complexion." She put it on without a second thought. I watched them leave and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. But I didn't stay home. I followed them. Tom and Mom went straight to the mall. Tom knew exactly what he wanted—the luxury counters on the first floor. I watched from a distance, hidden behind a pillar. Soon, a familiar figure appeared. Hannah, Tom's girlfriend, walked in arm-in-arm with her best friend. "Hannah, look! Isn't that your boyfriend?" the friend pointed. Hannah squinted. She saw Tom walking arm-in-arm with a woman. They were laughing, looking intimate. Because of the angle and the woman's loose hair, Hannah couldn't see her face. But she didn't need to. It was a woman. That was enough. "Unbelievable! He tells me he's shopping for my gift, but he's actually out with some skank? Watch me teach her a lesson!" Hannah rolled up her sleeves and charged. "TOM!" she screamed. Tom and Mom turned around at the sound of his name. In that split second, Hannah's fist connected squarely with Mom's eye socket. Crack. "AHHH!" Mom screamed, stumbling back, clutching her face. "You must be desperate!" Hannah shrieked. "You're hooking up with a grandma? If you want to break up, just say so!" Tom stood frozen in shock before rushing to support Mom. Seeing him help "the other woman" only fueled Hannah's rage. "I'll kill you, you old homewrecker! Shameless old hag!" "Are you crazy?!" Tom roared. "This is my mother!" Hannah’s hand froze in mid-air. "W-what?" Mom was wailing in agony. "My eye! It hurts! I can't see! Tom, my eye!" "Auntie... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... I thought you were..." Hannah tried to reach out, but Mom slapped her hand away. "Get me to the hospital! Now!" They rushed out, ignoring Hannah completely. Hannah stood there for a moment, realizing she had just punched her future mother-in-law. But she wasn't about to lose her meal ticket. She ran after them. Watching the chaos unfold, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. 2 In my last life, I was the one walking next to Tom. I didn't even touch him, but Hannah saw us and decided I was his mistress. She sucker-punched me. Even after Tom explained I was his sister, she refused to believe it. She kept hitting me and blocked me from going to the hospital. By the time I got treatment, it was too late. I lost my left eye. When I wanted to press charges, she played the victim. "I have bad eyesight. You two were too close. Siblings should have boundaries." "You only lost one eye. Are you really going to ruin your brother's happiness over that? You're so selfish." I was furious, but Mom snatched my phone and slapped me. "You troublemaker! It's just an eye! You still have one left! Do you want your brother to be alone forever?" Because of my disability, I lost my promotion. My boss moved me to a dead-end admin job making coffee. Later, Hannah came home early and found Tom alone. She heard the shower running and assumed he had a woman over. She boiled a pot of water, kicked the bathroom door open, and threw it without looking. It was me. I screamed as my skin melted off. Hannah laughed. "Die, homewrecker!" When the steam cleared and she saw it was me, she gasped. "Sister? Why are you showering in the middle of the day? Are you trying to seduce my husband?!" I called 911 myself, naked and burning. While I needed skin grafts, Tom and Mom stole my savings and told the doctors to stop treatment. "Let her go. It's too expensive." I died of infection. On my deathbed, Hannah sneered at me. "Next time, stay away from other people's husbands." At my funeral, they told everyone I had seduced my own brother and that my death was karma. I died in agony and shame. But God gave me a second chance. And this time, this family of vipers was going to pay. 3 Tom called me from the ambulance, screaming for me to come to the hospital. When I arrived, the doctor was examining Mom. Hannah looked me up and down. "Who are you?" In this life, I had kept my distance from Tom specifically to avoid her wrath. I smiled. "You must be Hannah. I'm Tom's sister. You two are perfect for each other." Hannah didn't respond. She looked pale. Her punch at the mall had been full force. She had meant to maim. Mom's eyeball had ruptured on impact. Blood was still oozing from the corner of her eye. The doctor sighed. "We have to remove the eye immediately to prevent infection." Mom gasped and fainted with her one good eye rolling back. I rushed forward, wailing theatrically. "Oh, Mom! My poor mother! Who did this to you?! How will you live as a cyclops?!" My wailing woke Mom up. She remembered her attacker. She leaped up, grabbing Hannah by the hair with one hand and slapping her with the other. "You bitch! Give me back my eye! Give it back!" Hannah was a bully, but she couldn't fight. She screamed for Tom to help. Tom stood there, useless, trying to pull them apart. "Tom! Break up with this psycho right now! She is never stepping foot in my house!" Mom screamed. Hannah, battered and crying, clung to Tom's arm. "Babe, I'm sorry! I just loved you too much! I lost my mind!" She turned to Mom. "Auntie, I'll make it up to you! I'll marry into your family and take care of you forever! I'll be your eyes!" Tom’s face lit up. He was satisfied. He got the girl and the "caretaker." But Mom wasn't having it. "Get out! I don't want a lunatic like you!" She glared at Tom. "If you stay with her, you're dead to me!" I stepped in to mediate. "Okay, everyone calm down. Mom is emotional. You two wait outside. I'll talk to her." Hannah sat on the bench, rubbing her swollen face. Tom sat next to her. I went back into the room. Hannah had to marry Tom. They deserved each other. I needed them under one roof so they could destroy each other. I sat next to Mom. "Mom, calm down. Think about the future." Mom glared at me. "What do you mean?" A few minutes later, I called the lovebirds back in. "I agree to let you marry my son," Mom said to Hannah. 4 Hannah beamed, opening her mouth to thank her. "But I have conditions," Mom interrupted. "First, you blinded me. You pay for the surgery and the hospital stay." "Second, no dowry. No wedding gifts. If it weren't for Tom, I'd have you arrested. You’d go to prison for assault." Hannah frowned at the "no dowry" part. Mom immediately reached for her phone to dial 911. I jumped in. "Hannah, think about it. Once you're married, we're family. Money ruins relationships. And if Mom presses charges, you'll have a criminal record. Your future kids won't be able to get government jobs." Tom, realizing he wouldn't have to pay a dowry, immediately sided with us. Outnumbered, Hannah agreed. Her parents, hearing she had blinded her future mother-in-law, were too ashamed to argue. Since Mom needed surgery, there was no wedding. They just signed the papers at the courthouse. Mom lost her eye. I bought her a pirate patch. Hannah moved in. Mom made it her mission to make Hannah's life hell. But they were newlyweds, so Tom and Hannah were still in the honeymoon phase. Hannah, however, couldn't stop being paranoid. One day, she asked Tom to drive her to her parents' house. When she got in the car, she noticed the passenger seat had been moved forward. She didn't explode immediately. She waited until she got home. "Sis," she asked me casually. "Did you sit in Tom's car recently? Did you adjust the seat?" I looked confused. "Me? No. Why?" Hannah went silent. "Maybe I saw it wrong." "Besides, I'm taller than you. If I moved it, I'd move it back, not forward." Hannah’s fist clenched. She was short. If the seat was moved forward, the person who sat there was shorter than her. A woman. In Hannah's mind, this was a declaration of war from a mistress. I saw the cruel glint in her eye and quietly retreated to my room. I wasn't getting caught in the crossfire. That evening, Tom was late. Mom called him, but he didn't pick up. Hannah smiled. "Mom, let's eat. He's probably busy." Mom scoffed. "Eat, eat, eat. My son is working hard and you just think about food." Hannah ignored her. She was in a good mood. Around 8 PM, the door opened. Tom stumbled in. He looked like a ghost. He was sweating profusely, his eyes wild. He looked at the three of us. Then, through gritted teeth, he hissed: "Which one of you put superglue on my passenger seat?"
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