My uncle, Thomas, was completely whipped. In my past life, he finally decided to grow a spine, dragging my parents along to help him catch his wife cheating. But when things turned violent, he cowardly ran away, leaving my parents to be brutally murdered by his wife's lover. After their deaths, Chloe and I were adopted by Thomas, but only because he wanted to get his hands on my parents' estate. Later, for a massive cash payout, he literally kidnapped me and sent me to a back-alley clinic in Thailand for a forced gender-reassignment surgery, just so he could sell both Chloe and me off to wealthy, twisted old creeps as brides. Chloe died during a difficult labor after being forced to give birth to five children. As for me, because I couldn't get pregnant, I was beaten to death by my "husband." When I opened my eyes again, I had traveled back in time—right to the day my parents went to help him catch his cheating wife. I saw my mom pick up her phone, a look of relieved pity spreading across her face. I knew instantly that it had to be Thomas on the other end. My uncle, Thomas, was a total coward who let his wife walk all over him. He knew damn well that his wife, Rachel, was sleeping around, but he didn't dare to say a word to her. Every single time Rachel cheated on him, he would call my mom to cry about it, swearing up and down that he was finally going to get a divorce. This had to be the ten-thousandth time he had made this exact same call... My mom hung up the phone and immediately urged my dad to start the car. Dad rolled his eyes at the empty air. "Stop wasting your time, Sarah. How many times has your brother said this? Every single time we drive to the motel, he doesn't even dare to knock on the door. He just stands outside listening to his wife with another guy..." This uncle of mine was afraid of everything under the sun, but the only people he wasn't afraid of was our family. I remembered my dad complaining about it before. Years ago, to raise enough cash for his wedding expenses, Thomas had demanded fifty thousand dollars from my mom, threatening to cut ties with her forever if she didn't give it to him. In the end, Mom fought with Dad for half a month, giving Thomas all the money they had saved to renovate our house. To this day, he hadn't paid back a single dime. I could see Dad really didn't want to go, but he was also terrified of Mom throwing a tantrum. He stood up reluctantly. "Fine. Let's go help your precious brother." Hearing this, Mom's tense shoulders finally relaxed. "But this is the absolute last time!" Dad warned. Mom nodded repeatedly. "I promise. Even if he begs me next time, I won't help him." However, it wasn't until they both walked out the front door that the realization hit me—I had been reborn. We were doomed. The tragedy of my past life was about to repeat itself! "Chloe! Call Mom and Dad right now! Or we're going to end up as orphans!" Chloe looked at me, completely confused. I didn't have time to explain. I snatched the phone right out of her hand and dialed my parents' number. My heart hammered against my ribs, but Mom’s line was busy. Dad was probably driving and couldn't pick up. Chloe looked at me in a panic, demanding to know what was going on. ... Mom finally called back. In a stroke of desperate panic, I wailed into the receiver, "Mom! Chloe is dying! You need to come back right now!" "What did you say?!" I threw Chloe a desperate look, and she caught on instantly, letting out a blood-curdling scream in the background. "What's happening?!" I heard Dad's anxious voice from the speaker. "Chloe’s appendix exploded!" I lied. I heard Dad shout that they were turning around immediately. But to my horror, they had already picked up Thomas. I could hear Thomas grumbling in the background, completely indifferent. "An appendix won't kill her! Just let her suffer for a bit and she'll be fine!" Hearing his cruel words, Chloe screamed even louder. "Dad, come back! Bring Mom with you!" Ten minutes later, my heart sank to my stomach when I saw only Dad walk through the door. "Where's Mom?!" "Your uncle dragged her to the motel anyway!" In that second, my entire world turned black. It was over. I had only managed to save my dad. "Dad! Call Mom right now! Tell her not to go!" I burst into tears of sheer terror. Dad, thinking something was seriously wrong with me, looked panicked. "Why are you crying?! Where's Chloe?" "Chloe is fine! Just go get Mom! How can she handle a confrontation like that alone?!" I practically dragged my dad toward the door, and Chloe followed closely behind us.
By the time we arrived at the motel lobby, Mom was already walking out, her face covered in bruises and scratches, with Thomas trailing behind her. Seeing that she was still alive, a massive weight lifted off my chest. "Mom, your face..." From what Mom said, I realized their cab had been delayed. By the time they arrived, Rachel's lover had already escaped. Thomas had been brutally beaten and screamed at by Rachel. In her attempt to break up the fight, Mom was the one who ended up getting severely hurt. "I told you not to go! But you just wouldn't listen!" Dad's voice shook with rage, though his eyes were filled with gentleness. "For that deadbeat brother of yours, how far are you going to drag yourself and this family down?!" He grabbed the first-aid kit and started gently applying antiseptic to Mom's cuts. "Hey, George, put some of that on me too. That crazy bitch scratched my arm up pretty bad," Thomas said, holding out his arm. Dad glared at Thomas, picked up the rubbing alcohol, and poured it directly onto his open scratch. Thomas shrieked in pain, jumping back. "George! What the hell is wrong with you?!" But Dad just stared him down, his voice ice-cold. "If you ever drag your sister into your pathetic drama again, I swear to God I will end you." Seeing that Dad was truly furious, Thomas immediately turned to my mom for backup. "Sarah! Are you just going to stand there and watch your husband bully your own brother?! Did you forget what Mom told you on her deathbed? She told you to take care of me and never let me suffer!" Mom sighed quietly. She turned to Dad and said, "Just drop it, George. It’s actually my fault. I shouldn't have let him marry Rachel back then." I remembered it clearly—it was Thomas himself who had thrown a massive tantrum, insisting he would only marry Rachel. But Mom seemed to have completely blocked that out. Beside me, Chloe rolled her eyes hard at Thomas. Thomas instantly redirected his anger at her. "What happened to your 'exploded appendix'? I told you she'd be fine after a little pain. George, you're blaming me, but it was Chloe who wasted our time. If she hadn't ruined it, I would have gotten my divorce by now. What a useless brat!" Chloe wasn't afraid of him at all. She snapped back immediately, "If I'm a brat, then you're a pathetic coward! If you actually had the guts, you would've divorced her already instead of blaming me. And hey, I hope your appendix explodes next so you can see how 'fine' it feels!" "Sarah, George, look at this girl! She has absolutely no respect for her elders! If you don't discipline her now, she's going to turn out completely useless! Kevin is so much better than her." I thought to myself, *Shut your damn mouth. Don't you dare try to drive a wedge between my sister and me.* But even after dinner, Thomas showed no intention of leaving. Dad stood up, clearly trying to kick him out. "Thomas, it's getting late. You should go home. Your wife is probably..." Thomas remained glued to the couch, sending Mom a pathetic, pleading look. Mom’s heart softened again. "George, let him stay for the night. They just had a huge fight. Let them both cool down. He can leave tomorrow." Dad let out a long sigh, looked at Mom with utter disappointment, and walked back to the bedroom alone. My parents had fought countless times because of Thomas. I think Dad had finally realized that Mom was a lost cause. "Sarah, I'm sleeping in Kevin’s room tonight!" Thomas called out. Chloe immediately spoke up for me. "Thomas, you're a grown man! How can you steal a kid's bed? Aren't you embarrassed?!" Thomas argued shamelessly, "Did your teachers never teach you to respect your elders?!" Chloe mocked him ruthlessly. "Well, where do you sleep when Rachel kicks you out of bed? The floor? Our living room floor is pretty spacious. Go sleep there." Thomas began bickering with Chloe like a spoiled toddler. "Enough! Both of you!" Mom interrupted, putting an end to the useless argument. "Kevin, sweetie, would you mind letting your uncle have your bed tonight?" Chloe shook her head at me frantically, warning me not to agree. I was about to refuse, but a sudden thought struck me. This was the perfect opportunity. So, I smiled. "Of course I don't mind!" Chloe glared at me, clearly thinking I had betrayed her.
Chloe dragged me into the hallway, furious. "I thought you said he destroyed our lives in the past? Why are you..." I pulled her into a quiet corner, whispering mysteriously, "Chloe, let me borrow your phone tonight..." As soon as I walked into my bedroom, Thomas started complaining that my bed was too old and too small. He had no idea that the money meant to buy me a new bed had been given to him by Mom so he could marry his toxic wife. Suppressing the burning hatred in my chest, I acted completely normal. "Thomas, this pillow is brand new. You can use this one." Thomas took the pillow and patted it. "I like firm pillows." Looking at his smug face, I wanted nothing more than to make him pay for my past life right then and there. But it wasn't time yet. In this house, Thomas never acted like a guest. The next morning, he looked at the plain pancakes on the table and threw a fit. "Sarah! Are you feeding pigs? Where's the bacon? Where's the meat?!" Chloe immediately snapped, defending Mom. "If you want meat, go buy it yourself! You're not a guest here!" *Slap!* Thomas swung his hand and slapped Chloe right across the face. The force of it split her lip, and blood began to trickle down her chin. "You disrespectful brat! I'll teach you some manners if your parents won't!" Chloe was terrified by the sudden violence and burst into loud tears. I was about to jump in to help when Mom rushed out of the kitchen. "What happened?!" "Thomas hit me!" Chloe cried. Hearing Chloe call him by his first name, Thomas lunged forward again. "Sarah, I have to teach this worthless brat a lesson today!" Mom quickly threw herself in front of him. "She's just a child! Why are you fighting with a kid?!" "I'll beat whoever the hell I want! Get out of my way!" Thomas shoved Mom hard. *Bang!* Her forehead slammed right into the sharp edge of the dining table. Blood immediately started gushing from her forehead. "Mom!" Chloe and I rushed forward. In a fit of rage, I sank my teeth deep into Thomas's arm. He shrieked in pain and threw me to the ground. "You little bastard! How dare you bite me?!" He kicked me hard in the stomach twice. The pain was blinding, making me curl into a ball. Chloe and I sobbed, screaming, "You're a monster! Just wait until Dad gets home! He's going to destroy you!" Hearing Dad's name, Thomas's raised hand froze in mid-air. He glared at us with vicious eyes. "You worthless brats. Just wait. I'll deal with you two later." With that, he slammed the door and left. But before he walked out, he didn't forget to grab all the cash from Mom's wallet hanging by the door. Chloe and I, ignoring our own pain, quickly got the medical kit to stop Mom's bleeding and bandaged her head. "Mom, let us take you to the hospital!" She waved her hand dismissively, sighing to herself. "Don't blame your uncle. That's just how he is. He's still immature." "Mom! We are the children here! We are your actual kids! Why do you always protect him?!" "And... you treat him so well, but he still does this to you..." I would never understand why Mom had this sick, pathological obsession with protecting Thomas. It wasn't until much later that I realized Mom had grown up under the extreme, toxic influence of my grandparents, who firmly believed that sons were everything and daughters were worthless. She was a victim of that generational curse. In fact, even between Chloe and me, Mom always favored me a bit more because I was a boy. Thankfully, Dad was always there to keep her in check, so it never got out of hand. "Why did you pull me away back there?" Chloe was still angry about the morning. With the memories of my past life, I was no longer a child in my mind. To cheer her up, I gave her my favorite ice cream. Then, I pulled her phone out from under the pillow I had given to Thomas. "Chloe, this is where our revenge begins..."
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