My eight-month-pregnant sister-in-law was pushed to the ground, suffering a massive hemorrhage, and rushed to the hospital. Driving by, I simply rolled up my window, pretended I saw nothing, stepped on the gas, and left. In my previous life, I was the one who found her unconscious and bleeding. I rushed her to the hospital immediately. But the situation was critical. The severe bleeding triggered an amniotic fluid embolism. My husband was the top obstetrician in the city. I frantically called him, begging him to get to the hospital. Instead, he assumed I was throwing a jealous tantrum because he was having dinner with his first love and her family. He thought I was using his sister's "accident" to force him to come back. By the time my in-laws finally arrived, my sister-in-law was dead—the doctors couldn't save her from the embolism. His entire family blamed her death on me. They believed I deliberately misled my husband, effectively killing her. My brother-in-law, rushing back from out of town, believed their poisonous lies. Driven mad by grief, he hacked me to death with a machete right at his wife's funeral. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day my sister-in-law was pushed and began hemorrhaging. 1 My mind reeled. As the red light lit up ahead of me, I instinctively hit the brakes and stopped at the intersection. Screams and panicked shouts erupted from the sidewalk. "Call an ambulance! A pregnant woman fell! She's bleeding everywhere!" My hand immediately gripped the car door handle. But the moment I was about to push it open, memories flooded my mind—my husband and my in-laws pointing their fingers at my nose, cursing me, blaming me for her death. And then... I touched my own stomach. In my past life, this was where my brother-in-law’s machete had hacked me until I was nothing but a bloody pulp. Phantom pain shot through my muscles, making my whole body twitch. I pulled my hand back. The light turned green. Without a moment's hesitation, I slammed the gas pedal and drove away. To prevent my in-laws from using me as a scapegoat again, I went straight to my mother-in-law's house. "Mom, Arthur is working overtime today, so I bought some fish and brought it over for you." I walked in, pretending not to notice her frantic, guilty expression as she hastily hung up a video call. "Elena, you're here..." Before she could finish, her phone rang. The moment she answered, the color drained from her face. Tears instantly spilled from her eyes. Her legs gave out, and she practically crawled and stumbled toward me. "Hurry! To the hospital! Sarah fell!" I already knew, but I put on a perfectly shocked expression. I helped her to the car and sped to the maternity hospital where my husband worked. In this life, without my intervention, a bystander had called the ambulance that brought my sister-in-law, Sarah, to the hospital. By the time we arrived, she was already in the operating room. "Family members, sign here. The patient is 32 weeks pregnant. She fell and suffered a massive hemorrhage. We must perform an emergency C-section." Just like in my previous life, my mother-in-law signed the papers with trembling hands. I turned to her and said, "Arthur is the best obstetrician in the city. He told me he's working overtime today. Just in case, I should probably go get him." She hesitated for a second, then nodded. I called Arthur's number. Three calls in a row went unanswered. "Mom, Arthur might be busy. I'll go up to his department and find him." My mother-in-law's eyes darted nervously, but she nodded. The moment I walked away, she pulled out her phone to call him herself. I knew he wasn't at the hospital at all, so naturally, I wasn't going to waste my energy looking for him. Standing in the stairwell, I watched my mother-in-law dial Arthur's number over and over. Her expression morphed from composed, to anxious, to sheer panic as tears streamed down her face. A cold smile crept onto my lips. She had no idea that her precious son, eager to enjoy a quiet, uninterrupted evening with his first love, had put his phone on silent long ago. The video call she hung up right before I walked into her house was from Arthur. He had called to ask her to keep me occupied so I wouldn't interrupt his romantic rendezvous. Watching her pace like a cat on a hot tin roof, I purposely jogged back to her, panting heavily. "Mom! Arthur's colleagues said he isn't working overtime today! And he's still not picking up his phone!" A fleeting look of guilt crossed her face, but she still covered for him. "He was probably called out for an emergency consultation. If he's not answering, just try again in a little bit." Right then, Aunt Martha—Arthur's aunt—and Sarah's in-laws rushed down the hallway. Aunt Martha glared at me, her eyebrows immediately shooting up in anger. "Where is Arthur? Isn't he an obstetrician? What use are you standing here? Why haven't you told him to get down here?!" Aunt Martha was my late father-in-law's older sister. Since he passed away, she had an iron grip on all the family's affairs. In my previous life, the moment the doctor pronounced Sarah dead, before I could even process it, Aunt Martha slapped me twice across the face. "You are her sister-in-law! You're supposed to look out for her like a mother! How could you just watch her die?!" In this life, I certainly wasn't going to give her that opportunity. I put on a bitter, helpless smile. "Aunt Martha, I can't reach him. He told me this morning he was working overtime, but I just checked his department. His colleagues said he didn't come in today, and his phone goes straight to voicemail." My mother-in-law mumbled something under her breath but ultimately stayed silent. "Are you an idiot? If he doesn't answer, keep calling! Useless!" Aunt Martha screeched. I quickly took out my phone and dialed, one call after another. Finally, on the tenth attempt, the call connected. 2 I instantly put it on speakerphone. "Honey..." "Are you sick in the head?! Why are you calling me over and over again? I told you I'm working overtime! I'm busy, do not bother me!" "Arthur, Sarah fell down and is hemorrhaging! She's in the operating room right now and hasn't come out! If you're not at the hospital, where are you?!" There was a pause on the other end. Then, a woman's sickeningly sweet, artificial voice echoed through the speaker. "Oh, your wife doesn't trust you. She went to the hospital to check up on you! Arthur, won't your colleagues get the wrong idea? Elena, really, if you have an issue, you should just ask Arthur directly. Going to his workplace to cause a scene is one thing, but making up a curse about Sarah having an accident? That's just malicious." "No, I didn't! Arthur, Sarah really is in the operating room. If you don't believe me, you can—" "Get lost! If you're going to lie, at least try to make it believable. Sarah is at her mother-in-law's house, how could she fall? Throwing a jealous fit is fine, but there's a limit. Going to my workplace to cause trouble? If this ruins my year-end evaluation, I swear I'll kill you!" Before I could say another word, he hung up. The group of people gathered outside the operating room, previously whispering among themselves, fell dead silent. I smiled bitterly, putting on a deeply wounded expression. My mother-in-law looked away, avoiding everyone's gaze. Aunt Martha looked momentarily embarrassed but said nothing. Sarah's in-laws exchanged disgusted looks and sighed. Just then, the operating room doors burst open. A nurse rushed out, her face pale with panic. "The patient is experiencing an amniotic fluid embolism! You're Dr. Sterling's family—can someone please contact him immediately?!" My eyes flickered. Everything was playing out exactly as it had in my previous life. My mother-in-law's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor. Aunt Martha could no longer maintain her aloof facade. She frantically dialed Arthur's number, muttering, "It'll be fine, it'll be fine. Arthur is the best obstetrician. He's saved several patients with amniotic fluid embolisms before. He can definitely save Sarah!" The golden window for treating an amniotic fluid embolism is only a brief ten or so minutes. It's literally a tug-of-war with the Grim Reaper. Over the past three years, Arthur had successfully saved five mothers from it, losing only one. That was why he had become the top surgeon in the maternity hospital. Aunt Martha's call connected. She screamed, crying into the phone, "Arthur, get to the hospital right now! Your sister has an amniotic fluid embolism! You're the only one who can save her!" From the other end came the sound of children screaming and playing, mixed with the laughter of adults clinking glasses. "Aunt Martha, Elena goes crazy, and you join her? Enough is enough! I revolve around her 365 days a year. I finally come out just to get one day of peace, can you all just let me be? Lily and I have nothing going on. Her family came back from out of town, and I'm just having dinner with them. Just for today, can you stop calling me?!" "Arthur, I am not lying! Your sister is really dying! It's an embolism, and you're the only one who can save her! I'm begging you, come back right now, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" "I'll regret it if I do go back!" Arthur's voice was cold, entirely devoid of warmth. Hearing his voice, my mother-in-law completely broke down. She grabbed the phone, screaming, "Son! Your aunt isn't lying! Your sister is really dying! Even if you don't believe Elena, and you don't believe your aunt, do you not even believe me?! Come back right now!" I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. To me, a mother-in-law who knew her son was cheating and helped him cover it up was a piece of trash. But to Sarah, she was a genuinely good mother. "Arthur, did you hear your mother?! Would your own mother lie to you?! Hurry back!" Aunt Martha stomped her feet in panic. "Mom, you..." Arthur's voice finally sounded hesitant. "Ah! Arthur! My eye, my eye hurts so much!" A woman's fragile cry of pain suddenly rang out, accompanied by an adult scolding a child. "How could you shoot a marble at your aunt's face?!" Arthur's voice immediately turned frantic with concern. "Lily, does it hurt? Don't move, I'm a doctor, let me take a look!" Then, Arthur spoke into the phone, his tone returning to a rushed, icy state. "Mom, stop acting. Even if what you're saying is true, it's useless. I just drank a lot of alcohol. I can't drive, and I can't get back in time." With that, he hung up. The phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. My mother-in-law's head slumped against the tiles, and she didn't move. Aunt Martha knelt on the floor, tears streaming silently down her face. "How did Arthur become like this? How could he... how could he abandon his own flesh and blood for a woman on the outside? Animal. He's an animal..." I helped my mother-in-law up. Looking at the massive, swelling bruise on her forehead from hitting the floor, I truly felt it wasn't worth it to have given birth to a son like that. However, I didn't pity her. Because in my previous life, she had a hand in driving me to my death. I don't know how much time passed before the operating room doors opened again. "We're sorry. We did everything we could." 3 Two lives lost in an instant. My mother-in-law looked like her soul had been ripped out. She refused to eat or drink, simply clutching Sarah's clothes and weeping. Aunt Martha, furious beyond belief, recounted everything that happened at the hospital to every single relative, cursing Arthur as a monster. When Sarah's in-laws found out the baby she had been carrying was a boy, they cried even harder. David, Sarah's husband, rushed back from out of town that very day. When he saw the lifeless bodies of his wife and child, his face twisted in agony, his eyes bloodshot. He simply couldn't accept that he had only been on a business trip for three days, and the wife he had dreamed of a happy future with right before he left was just... gone. After hearing the truth from his parents, David wiped his tears and silently began organizing the funeral with me. No one thought to notify Arthur. Especially after finding out he had been dining with Lily's family at a hotel directly across the street from the hospital, yet hadn't even bothered to walk over and verify the truth. Even my mother-in-law was completely disillusioned with him. But a major event like this... how could I possibly let Arthur miss it? The day before Sarah was to be buried in their hometown, I paid someone to notify him. On the day of the burial, a light drizzle fell from the sky. I stood by the car holding an umbrella, watching the crowd carry Sarah's coffin out of the mourning tent. In my past life, it was on this exact day that I was hacked to death by David. My blood, mixing with the rain, had rolled out a red carpet for my sister-in-law. Before the coffin even cleared the doorway, Arthur's car screeched to a halt. He stormed out, full of rage, and sprinted toward me. I watched him with a numb expression, not saying a word. Smack! He looked at the black-and-white portrait I was holding and slapped me hard across the face. "You bitch! To trick me into coming back, you actually dared to curse my sister?!" I crashed to the ground. The portrait slipped from my grasp and landed in the mud, covering half of Sarah's face, leaving only a pair of cold, lifeless eyes staring silently at Arthur. Arthur's eyes were bloodshot. I don't know if it was fear or fury that unleashed the beast inside him, but every trace of the gentle, refined doctor was gone. He looked at me with pure malice and lunged. "You bitch! I'll teach you to lie! I'll teach you to curse my sister! I'll kill you!" I let him punch and kick me, keeping my eyes fixed on Sarah's portrait. Sarah, I repeated in my mind, look closely at who your real enemy is. When you go down to the underworld and file your complaint with Yama, don't name the wrong person. "Enough! What the hell are you doing?!" Hearing the commotion, the people inside the mourning hall rushed out. Aunt Martha shoved Arthur away violently, crying and screaming, "You animal! Your sister could have been saved! We called you so many times! Your mother practically got on her knees and kowtowed to you! And just because of one word from that little slut on the outside, you left her to die! You killed your own sister, and now you come to her funeral to cause a scene?! What do you want?! What the hell do you want?!" Arthur stumbled back a few steps, a look of desperate, terrified denial on his face. "Aunt Martha, what are you talking about? How could Sarah really be dead?! She was just trying to trick me! How could you all help her trick me?! Is it because she's pregnant? You're all helping her lie to me for the sake of the baby?!" I curled into a ball on the ground, letting the rain hit my face, washing away the tears pouring from my eyes. So... Arthur knew I was pregnant at this time in my past life too. "You're all lying to me! I want to see Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!" Arthur screamed, trying to charge into the mourning hall, but was forced back the very next second. The heavy black coffin, carried by eight strong men, slowly emerged from the doorway. 4 "Didn't you want to find Sarah? There she is." Aunt Martha wiped the rain from her face, pointing at the coffin with biting sarcasm. Arthur stumbled toward the coffin, his legs giving out, and he collapsed onto the muddy ground. "Who is this act for? Your wife begged you to come back, you said she was lying. I told you to come back, you said I was lying. Your mother kowtowed and begged you to come back, and you said she was lying too. Did you really think we were lying? Or is your sister's life just worth less to you than having dinner with a woman on the outside?" "No, it's not like that! Sarah is my sister! I practically raised her! I loved her like my own daughter!" Sarah and I never had a good relationship. Although she lost her father early, she was treated like a precious treasure by her mother and Arthur, resulting in a spoiled, arrogant personality. Coupled with Arthur's dismissive attitude toward me, she never showed me an ounce of respect. Every time she saw me, she was bossy and spoke to me with disdain. In the past, I was always forced to compete with her for a place in Arthur's heart. She won every time. Arthur defended her unconditionally, every single time. Now, she had finally been forced to compete with someone else. And losing just once cost her her life. Maybe this is what they call karma. Smack! Arthur's continuous denial enraged Aunt Martha, and she slapped him across the face with all her might. Enduring the heavy, dragging pain in my lower abdomen, I felt nothing but a dark satisfaction. If I wasn't so physically weak right now, I would have loved to beat him senseless myself. Someone helped me up from the ground. Holding my sister-in-law's portrait, I stood to the side, my head bowed, carefully wiping the mud off the glass. I let the blood pool and run down my legs beneath my skirt. My baby, Mommy is so sorry. Go find a mother and father who will actually look forward to your birth. I had just wiped the photo clean when Arthur violently shoved me again, directing all his misplaced rage onto me. "It's you! You killed my sister! She was perfectly fine at home, why would she suddenly fall?! It's all your fault! You cursed jinx, give me my sister back!!!" I crashed to the ground again. The portrait smashed into a puddle, my legs slick with blood. But neither Aunt Martha nor Arthur seemed to even notice. "Elena, you've always been jealous of Sarah! You were jealous of how much I loved her! But she's my real sister! How could you kill her?! You murderer, I'll kill you!" Arthur's face was contorted, twisted in a demonic snarl. Like a rabid beast, completely devoid of humanity. He was even more unhinged than in my previous life. Ah, right. In my previous life, they had a reason to blame Sarah's death on me. Because I was the only one standing outside the operating room. No one else heard the phone call I made to him. He could spin the story however he wanted. But in this life, his mother, his aunt, and Sarah's in-laws all knew exactly what he did. He couldn't deflect the blame anymore. This was just the fury of a humiliated man. He couldn't even convince himself with his own lies, so naturally, he lost control. I swallowed the retort on the tip of my tongue, wrapped my arms around my head, and curled into a tight ball. Today was the day of Sarah's burial. Even if the Sterling family didn't care, the Hayes family wasn't going to let Arthur delay the auspicious hour. Sure enough, as the coffin was loaded onto the hearse, David supported his parents and walked out of the mourning hall. "Arthur, get the hell out of here. Do not dirty my wife's path to the afterlife!" 5 David grabbed Arthur by the collar and landed a brutal punch to his face, pinning him to the ground and striking him twice more. Aunt Martha immediately stepped forward to intervene. "David, stop! You'll kill him!" Enduring the pain wracking my body, I let out a cold laugh. What a perfect, united family sharing the same name. "It's not my fault! It's all her! It's Elena! She was jealous of Sarah, so she deliberately misled me and wouldn't let me come back! She killed Sarah!" Arthur roared, actually trying to scramble up from the ground to attack me again. The veins on David's forehead bulged. If his parents hadn't been standing right there, he might have actually fallen for Arthur's lies. He shoved Arthur hard back onto the ground, pulled out his phone, and shoved a security video in his face. It was the footage from the day of the accident. In the video, a young boy suddenly ran over from a distance, violently shoved Sarah to the ground, and then kicked her directly in her pregnant belly, shouting vicious curses at her, calling her a "fat pig" and a "monster." I had, of course, sent this video to David anonymously. In my past life, protected by Arthur, Lily's nephew—the true culprit—had completely escaped responsibility until the day I died. In this life, I naturally wasn't going to let him off the hook. "Didn't you say you wanted to beat Sarah's murderer to death? Look! This little monster is the murderer! Lily's older brother's son, Tommy! Go beat him to death! Go kill him!" Arthur grabbed David's phone, watching the video over and over again. When he clearly saw the boy's face, he shook his head, muttering, "No, it can't be. It couldn't possibly be Lily's nephew! Someone must have manipulated him!" "Arthur, Sarah is dead, and you're still defending outsiders?!" I held up Sarah's black-and-white photo, pointing it at him. "Look at her! She was your own sister!" Arthur snapped his head toward me. "Yes! It was you! It must have been you! You jealous bitch, you couldn't stand seeing me and Lily together, so you deliberately manipulated Tommy! You wanted to kill two birds with one stone—destroy Lily and kill Sarah!" I laughed coldly. "Arthur, you don't love me, and you defend the woman on the outside at every turn. Fine, I accept that. But Sarah was your own flesh and blood. She is dead, yet every word out of your mouth is about Lily. Arthur, do you have even a shred of humanity left?" The moment my words fell, David let out a guttural roar, raining a barrage of dense, heavy punches down on Arthur's face, over and over again. If friends and relatives hadn't rushed in to pull him off, David truly would have beaten Arthur to death right there. Everyone thought David was just lashing out in a moment of impulsive rage, but I knew the truth: David didn't want to live anymore. He didn't hack me to death with a machete like he did in my past life, all thanks to the security video I sent him. It let him know that the ones who killed Sarah weren't just Arthur, but Lily, and her entire family. David, please don't disappoint me.
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