While cooking, my mother-in-law accidentally set the grease pan on fire. I frantically told her not to add water, but she had already thrown a large bowl of water into the blazing pan. With a massive boom, flames shot into the sky. I watched as a wall of fire rushed at me. In the blink of an eye, I lost my vision, feeling nothing but a lethal, agonizing heat engulfing my entire body! I dropped to the floor and rolled around frantically to put out the flames, screaming and crying for my mother-in-law to save me. But the fire had already caught the kitchen curtains. My mother-in-law was terrified out of her mind. Instead of helping me, she ran into her bedroom, grabbed her lockbox of cash and bank cards, and bolted out the front door, screaming, "Fire! Help!" as she ran. Because of her actions, the critical window to put out the fire was missed. I passed out from the excruciating pain of being burned alive. When I woke up, I was already being resuscitated in the hospital. Though I barely clung to life, I learned from the hospital staff that a neighbor had originally called an ambulance to take me to the major city hospital, which had a Level 1 Trauma and Burn Center. But while my life hung by a thread, my mother-in-law had literally physically blocked the ambulance from leaving. She claimed big hospitals were just scams that would drain an ordinary family's life savings! She insisted on sending me to the small community hospital because my sister-in-law, Sarah, worked there as a nurse. She said sending me to a hospital where we had "connections" would prevent us from getting ripped off. She threw a massive, screaming tantrum until the paramedics, with no other choice, took me to the underfunded community hospital. The doctors told me I had suffered massive third-degree burns across my entire body. To treat me, they had to rip off my bandages and aggressively scrub my body with surgical steel wool. They had to scrape off the dead skin and necrotic flesh, brushing it away along with the blood, just so new skin could grow. The entire process was done without anesthesia. Lying in that hospital bed, tortured by the steel wool, the soul-tearing pain was something I simply could not bear. I shrieked in agony, howling like an animal headed for the slaughterhouse, but the doctor’s hands couldn’t stop. Stroke after stroke, the steel wool scraped my flesh off. And my husband, Mark, along with my mother-in-law, just stood outside watching it all. When it was finally over, I lay on the bed, barely breathing. Mark came in. He sat beside me and said he wanted to discuss something with me. Lowering his voice, he whispered, "Next time, could you try to scream a little quieter? Mom already feels incredibly guilty. Hearing you scream so miserably had her shaking outside. Don't make the old lady depressed. She’s so ridden with guilt she can’t even eat." I lay powerless on the bed, my eyes beneath the bandages staring dead at my husband. I was destroyed. I had suffered horrific, massive burns, yet his biggest concern was that his mommy didn't have a good appetite. I muttered, "Did you even consider me?" He sighed and said, "I know she was in the wrong this time, but it already happened. What do you want her to do? She really feels guilty and remorseful." Choking back tears, I said I needed to contact my parents. But Mark refused. He said we should wait until I was discharged to tell my side of the family, to save everyone the worry. They confiscated my phone. I had no way of asking the hospital staff to contact my parents because the nurse assigned to care for me was my sister-in-law, Sarah. Lying there, all I could do was cry. The tears seeped into my raw wounds, causing a stinging pain that made my whole body tremble. By the time I had recovered enough to sit up, the whole extended family came to visit. The kids were roughhousing in the hospital room. My mother-in-law yelled at them to stop, saying that if they broke hospital equipment, we couldn't afford to pay for it. Not a single person was worried about whether I was permanently disfigured. When my bandages were finally removed, Mark's nephew, Tommy, screamed dramatically, "Whoa! A monster!" The hospital room fell dead silent. A child's simple words completely ripped my heart to shreds. I frantically snatched the hand mirror from Sarah's grasp and looked at my own face. In that instant, my heart turned to ash. I was ruined. My entire face looked like a twisted monster. My niece, Lily, burst into terrified tears beside me, too scared to even look at me. Tommy, however, thought it was hilarious. He kept pushing Lily toward me. The closer she got to me, the more terrified she became, crying louder and louder. Every sob felt like a knife plunging straight into my heart! Tommy shoved her right up to my bedside and gleefully shouted, "The monster is gonna get you!" I completely broke. I raised the mirror and hurled it at him as hard as I could, screaming, "Get the hell out!" The mirror struck Tommy in the face. The glass shattered on impact, slicing a gash across his cheek. The moment he saw all the blood, he immediately started bawling. I roared at him, "Your face is ugly now too! Now you can be a monster!" My screaming only made him cry even harder. Sarah panicked. Seeing her precious son hurt, her heart ached. She lunged at me, grabbed me by the hair, and shrieked, "Why are you picking a fight with a child?! He doesn't know any better!" The doctor quickly intervened, "It's a minor cut! Everyone calm down. Take the boy to the ER to get the wound cleaned. Someone is on duty." My mother-in-law hurriedly scooped Tommy into her arms, her heart breaking for him as she cooed, "Your aunt is evil! We won't play with her anymore! Grandma will take you to the ER!" I was devastated. I was the one who had been horribly disfigured, yet not a single person in this room cared about me in the slightest. Mark looked at me with a newfound horror in his eyes. He asked the doctor, "Is there any way for her to recover from this?" The doctor answered honestly, "She will need multiple reconstructive and cosmetic surgeries. Our hospital isn't equipped for that. I recommend transferring her to the city hospital; their dermatology and plastics department is top-notch, and they have an affiliated cosmetic surgery center." My mother-in-law had been about to walk out with Tommy, but upon hearing this, she immediately whipped her head around and asked, "How much will that cost?" The doctor shook his head. "I don't know. I've never performed those procedures, so I wouldn't dare give an estimate." My mother-in-law pressed, "Just give us a rough ballpark." The doctor thought for a moment before finally saying, "It will easily cost hundreds of thousands of dollars." My mother-in-law gasped in shock. Mark looked like he wanted to say something, but his mother shot him a fierce glare. She quickly set Tommy down, grabbed Mark's arm, and yanked him out of the room. I didn't even need to guess. I knew exactly what they were going to do—discuss how to avoid paying for my treatment. Seeing her son left unattended, Sarah picked up the wailing Tommy. She shot me a venomous glare and spat, "Being pitiful isn't an excuse to throw a tantrum! Don't take your anger out on my kid! If my son is left with a scar, I'll kill you!" As she carried him out, she pulled out her phone to complain to my brother-in-law, David: "Honey! Get to the hospital right now! Forget about work! Your son's face was just ruined by that crazy bitch!" I had no energy to care about Sarah. I didn't dare look in the mirror again. I couldn't believe that monster was me! I cried and asked the doctor, "If I was going to turn out like this, why did you even save me?! I'd be better off dead!" The doctor sighed and tried to comfort me. "There's still a chance. Medical technology is incredibly advanced now. The sooner you start reconstructive treatment, the better the results. Delaying it will only make things complicated." I lowered my head and buried my face in the blankets, sobbing. The doctor, at a loss for words, quietly stepped out of the room. Left on my bed was a smartphone. It was Mark's. He had left it behind when his mother dragged him out. I picked it up and unlocked it. I knew his passcode. I opened the web browser, wanting to look up the approximate cost of burn reconstruction. But when I saw his recent search history, I froze. From bottom to top, the search history read... "Photos of fire disfigurement." "How much does burn reconstructive surgery cost?" "What to do if wife becomes extremely ugly." "Can a husband lose everything in a divorce if he cheats?" "How to ask for a divorce without making the other person hate you." Looking at that search history, I just felt utterly pathetic. While I was lying in a hospital bed, enduring the agony of having my flesh scrubbed raw with steel wool, he had already decided to betray me. I immediately opened his messaging app and texted my parents, telling them I was in a massive emergency, to drop everything, gather as many people as they could, and get to the hospital immediately. I explicitly told them not to reply. A little while later, Mark finally stormed back into the room, fuming. Hearing his footsteps, I quickly deleted the message history and tossed the phone aside. He walked in, sat down beside me, and said coldly, "Do you have any idea what you did? Because of your impulsive tantrum, my nephew needs stitches! He's only eight years old!" I looked up at him. "And?" I asked. He looked appalled. "You hurt a little kid, and this is your attitude? I know you're having a hard time, but is it the kid's fault you got burned?" I said, "Let's get a divorce." He froze. "What did you just say?" he asked. "I said, let's get a divorce. I know you're not going to pay for my treatment. We'll divorce, split our assets fifty-fifty, and I'll use my half to pay for my surgeries." He stared at me blankly and swallowed hard. "Are you insane?" "Do I look insane to you?" I countered. My mother-in-law suddenly burst into the room, highly agitated. "Yes! You are completely insane! Look at the hideous monster you've become, and you actually think you're getting half the assets in a divorce?! Let me tell you right now, no man will ever look twice at you! You want a divorce? Fine! But you won't get a single red cent!" Her words made me clench my fists. I roared, "And whose fault is it that I look like this?! It’s yours!" She didn't understand. If I was truly insane, I would have slaughtered every single one of them like livestock by now! I had already made up my mind. I was going to divorce him, take my rightful half of the assets, and then sue them into the ground for my medical bills! My life was not going to be ruined just because of them! My mother-in-law yelled, "I already apologized! What more do you want?! Do you have any idea how much money we've already spent on your hospital stay? And then you smashed a mirror into my grandson's face! You ungrateful, heartless bitch!" I gritted my teeth and spat, "That's not a child. That's a little feral animal." Furious, my mother-in-law screamed, "You dare call my grandson an animal?! I'll rip your mouth right off your face!" She lunged right at me. She knew my burns hadn't fully healed, and she deliberately aimed to claw at my face! In an instant, she had scratched my face into a bloody, mangled mess! I refused to back down. I wildly slapped her across the face, screaming, "I'm not just divorcing him, I'm suing you! I'm going to bankrupt you!" Hearing this made her even more unhinged. She shrieked, "Go ahead and sue me! You filthy bitch, even if you win, I won't give you a single penny! I'm an old woman, I don't care if I have to declare bankruptcy and they ruin my credit!" I was confined to a hospital bed, barely recovering from a near-death experience. There was no way I could overpower her in a physical fight! In a moment of desperation, I grabbed the glass vase from the bedside table and swung it squarely at her head! Suddenly, a hand clamped down on my wrist. I looked up to see David, my brother-in-law, who had just arrived. David looked at me with ice in his eyes. "You hit my son, and now you're trying to hit my mother? You really have lost your mind." He snatched the vase from my hand and shot a disgusted look at Mark. "Look at the kind of wife you married." I glared at them with pure hatred. In that moment, I prayed with everything I had that my family would get here quickly. Seeing her eldest son step in to help, my mother-in-law spat maliciously, "This cheap slut says she's going to sue me. Fine, let her try! I'll transfer the deed of my house over to you today. I'll have zero assets to my name, and we'll see what the courts can do to me then!" Mark panicked. "Mom, why are you giving the house entirely to David? Don't I get a share?" His mother snapped, "If I give it to you, this bitch will just take half of it in the divorce!" David said coldly, "Mom is giving the house to me. Do you have a problem with that?" Mark didn't dare argue with his older brother. Instead, he shot me a venomous look and said bitterly, "Are you happy now? I just lost my inheritance. Is this what you wanted?" Right then, David grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up. He growled, "Mom, honestly, I have no intention of letting this bitch make it to a courtroom. Whether she sues you or files for divorce, our family's assets are going to take a massive hit." "So what are you saying...?" my mother-in-law asked. David replied, "Let's just kill her." He pointed at the window and said casually, "There are no cameras in this room. We throw her out the window. We tell the cops she couldn't handle being disfigured, so she threw herself out to commit suicide, and we couldn't grab her in time. What can the police possibly do to us?" A violent chill ran down my spine. My body started shaking uncontrollably. I knew David wasn't just trying to scare me. He was completely serious! Mark hesitated. "Will the cops really not find out?" David sneered. "As long as she's dead, how could they? She realized she was a monster, got hysterical, attacked my kid, screamed and cried, and then jumped out the window. Open and shut case." As he spoke, David walked over to the window and cranked it wide open. The cold air immediately rushed in, covering my skin in goosebumps. Terrified, I scrambled toward the door, instinctively opening my mouth to scream for help. But David was incredibly fast. In two strides, he was on me, driving a brutal punch right into my stomach! I grabbed my stomach in agony, curling up like a shrimp. The intense pain made me violently nauseous. For the first time in my life, I learned that when you're hit hard enough, the pain is so absolute that you can't even force a scream out of your throat. David didn't waste a second. He grabbed my hospital gown and started dragging me toward the open window. I tried to scream again in sheer terror, but he delivered a vicious kick to my stomach. All the air was knocked out of my lungs. The pain made me dry heave, leaving me completely unable to make a sound. In that moment, I looked at my husband. He was just standing there like an idiot, too scared to join in. He seemed to be weighing his options, until David lost his patience and roared, "What the hell are you waiting for?!" Mark gritted his teeth and looked at me. "Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being too greedy. You wanted half my assets and you wanted to sue us into bankruptcy!" He finally made up his mind, stepping in to help his brother by grabbing my ankles. I thrashed and kicked like a maniac, but the combined strength of two grown men was too much. In the blink of an eye, they hurled me bodily out the window! I finally managed to scream, but I was already airborne. The terrifying sensation of freefall consumed me. The wind roared in my ears. I looked down in sheer panic, watching the concrete pavement rush up to meet me. Flailing my arms and legs wildly in the air, I suddenly felt a violent, agonizing yank on my right leg. The bone-shattering pain was so severe I nearly blacked out! Clenching my teeth, I looked up. The hospital had installed heavy iron guardrails around the exterior AC units. Because of my frantic flailing, my right leg had slipped perfectly between the iron bars. The sheer force of my falling weight against the iron bars had instantly snapped my leg in half. My fractured bone had pierced through my flesh and was jutting out. Even though my leg was completely broken, the snapped lower half was wedged tightly between the bars, arresting my fall. It had saved my life! This was the seventh floor! If I had hit the ground, I would be dead on impact! But it hurt! Dear God, it hurt so much! Hanging upside down in mid-air, I unleashed a hysterical, agonizing scream! I had never felt pain like this in my entire life. I had to stare directly at my own splintered bone protruding from my skin! I don't know how far my screams echoed, but multiple windows across the hospital facade popped open. When people saw me dangling there, they were utterly horrified. David and Mark, peering down from the window above, went pale. David gasped in horror, "Dammit, she's not dead!" The two of them panicked and scrambled back into the room to hide. Meanwhile, the onlookers at the other windows frantically yelled down to the ground, trying to rally help. I could do nothing but hang there, crying in sheer agony. I desperately wanted to reach up and touch my leg to see if I still had any feeling in it, but the sight of my protruding bone filled me with paralyzing terror! I couldn't believe this was my leg. I was already permanently disfigured, and now I had to endure this hell? What crime had I ever committed to deserve God punishing me like this?! Right then, the window directly next to me slid open. I thought it was a Good Samaritan trying to pull me in. But the moment the window opened, I was stunned. The person leaning out was my mother-in-law! She glared at me with murderous intent, hissing, "Why won't you just die?! You're going to ruin my sons' lives!" Suddenly, she grabbed a long mop handle from inside the room. Gripping it tightly, she aggressively jabbed at my broken leg, trying to dislodge it from the iron bars so I would plummet to my death! She gritted her teeth and snarled, "I'm old and useless anyway! If I kill you, I'll gladly go to prison. That way, my family won't have to pay you all that money!" I was pushed to the absolute edge of sanity. I forced my body to crunch upward, reaching out my hands to block the mop handle. My leg was snapped in half—every tiny movement sent blinding, drill-like pain through my nervous system!
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