The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they humiliated and murdered me.

After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair with her lover at her wedding, destroying her reputation completely.

I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts.

I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl.

“This is all you deserve.”

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me.

After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely.

I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts.

I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl.

“This is all you deserve.”

……

When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

Looking around, I noticed the house was filled with wedding decorations and new furniture. Boxes of sweets and wedding favors were scattered everywhere, and the staff was bustling about, making the place lively.

I stood there for a moment, stunned, until I saw Megan walking in, dressed in an extravagant, designer wedding gown.

“Lexie, look at this wedding dress your dad bought for me. It cost a million dollars! Isn’t it stunning? Go ahead, feel the fabric!” she said, raising her eyebrows with a mocking smile.

In my past life, I believed her and reached out to touch the dress, only to be accused by her son, Brandon Zimmerman, of deliberately ruining it. The dress already had a large tear, which Megan had cut herself to frame me.

My dad and I were never close, so when Brandon made the accusation, my dad believed him without hesitation.

As punishment, he had Brandon cut up all my clothes and forbid me from eating for three days. I ended up with a serious stomach condition, suffering through the pain.

Meanwhile, they sat at the dining table, enjoying their meal, acting like I wasn’t even there.

To humiliate me further, Brandon called me over to the table, dropped a piece of half-eaten steak on the floor, and smugly said, “Hungry? Get down and eat it.”

Not too long ago, he was just the handyman, doing odd jobs around the house. But now, with Megan backing him, he acted like he owned the place, treating me like dirt.

He enjoyed degrading me, and my biological father just looked the other way.

I didn’t eat that piece of meat, but Brandon later stuffed my bed full of scraps.

Greasy, fatty meat covered in sauce was smeared all over my sheets. He didn’t let the cleaning staff help me. I remember washing those sheets for hours, my hands raw and numb from the cold.

Seeing Megan feigning concern in front of me, I glanced at the cabinet behind her and took a deliberate step back.

But she just smirked and moved closer, even trying to hand me the wedding dress.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.

Megan slipped, stumbling forward.

……

I quickly moved aside. Megan crashed into the cabinet, a large bump forming on her forehead as blood started to trickle down. The wedding dress in her hand snagged on a pair of scissors on the table, ripping the fabric.

She glared at me with fury. “Lexie, how dare you dodge!”

Hearing my dad approaching, I hurriedly dropped to my knees. I pretended to panic and shouted, “Megan, how could you be so careless? This wedding dress cost a million dollars!”

My dad rushed in, his eyes wide with concern as he looked at the torn dress for a moment before turning to help Megan up.

“Megan, what happened? Are you hurt? How did the dress get ruined?”

Still dazed from the fall, Megan didn’t respond immediately. I quickly added, “Dad, Megan was so eager to show me the dress that she slipped and fell against the cabinet. I didn’t even touch her.”

My dad frowned, looking at Megan with a hint of disappointment. He took a deep breath and then lifted her gently.

“Lexie, throw that dress away.”

Megan lay in my dad’s arms, putting on a show, acting all pitiful and helpless.

I watched them walk away, a cold smile on my face. Clearly, this wasn’t enough. I needed to push things further.

I tossed the wedding dress into the fire, watching it burn down to nothing but ashes.

I had avoided the punishment from last time, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.

For days, Megan sported an ugly bump on her forehead that refused to go away no matter how many creams she used. She looked ridiculous and pathetic, and I couldn’t help but turn away in disgust.

As the wedding day approached, her temper flared. Even though she was pushing forty, she had always been obsessed with looking young, and now she couldn’t stand the thought of being seen as unattractive.

Naturally, she decided to take it out on me.

Halfway through breakfast, the staff took away my plate. Megan sat across from me, pretending to be concerned. “Lexie, you really shouldn’t eat so much. You’re starting to get chubby.”

Brandon jumped in, “Yeah, you’re as fat as a pig. Ugly and worthless!”

I glanced down at my flat stomach, then looked at Brandon’s bulky frame.

Taking a sip of my coffee, I stared right at him. “Are you describing yourself? You’re the one who looks like a fat pig.”

Megan’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting me, the usual pushover, to bite back.

She grabbed her glass of milk, ready to throw it in my face. Brandon lunged at me too, trying to grab my hair.

I managed to dodge, but a few drops of milk still splashed onto my face.

Megan looked triumphant, shouting, “Lexie, I haven’t even started with you for last time! You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your cheap, dead mother!”

I glanced towards the doorway, then started crying out, “Dad, I’m your own daughter! Megan isn’t even officially part of the family yet, and she’s already treating me like this. What will people think?”

My dad walked in right then, putting on an act as if he was scolding Megan.

“Megan, stop picking on Lexie. I’ll take you to see a doctor later. Just calm down.”

He spoke to her softly, but his expression showed his irritation.

However, the fact that he was even trying to soothe her was more than he had ever done for my mom.

When my mom was bedridden, desperately calling my dad and begging him to come see her one last time, what was he doing?

He ignored her calls without a second thought and spent his nights with Megan instead.

My mom never heard his voice before she passed away.

My mom who stood by him through everything, died alone on a stormy night.

Her funeral was thrown together in a hurry, and he didn’t even bother to place a single flower on her grave.

Megan leaned against my dad, her eyes taunting me with a smug smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

They left soon after, and Brandon spat at me as he walked by.

“Who do you think you are to go up against us? No matter what tricks you try, you’ll never beat us.”

He strutted off and made sure to tell the staff not to give me any food.

……

I watched as the staff deliberately cleared away all the food, and I let out a cold laugh.

These people had been with our family for over a decade. But in my past life, when I was being tormented, they didn’t just stand by and do nothing. They even took out their frustrations on me.

Seeing them tiptoeing around now, I realized nothing had changed.

I kicked the table over. “If you can’t figure out who you’re really working for, you don’t belong in this house.”

The staff stared at me in shock, frantically trying to clean up the mess.

While they were distracted, I found Megan’s phone.

In my previous life, even after marrying into our family, Megan kept up her affair with her ex-husband. She was constantly sending him money and sneaking him into our house whenever my dad was away.

I accidentally walked in on them once, and that was when I realized Megan and her ex-husband weren’t done with each other.

Their plan was to get rid of me first, then drain my dad’s bank accounts, and take over our home. They were like sneaky rats, always scheming to steal from the very people who took them in.

It was downright pathetic.

I scrolled through Megan’s phone, staring at the incriminating texts, explicit photos of her and her lover, and screenshots of the money transfers she had made to him.

I didn’t just take pictures of everything. I transferred all the data to my own phone.

After I finished, I turned off her phone and walked out of the room.

The staff had finished cleaning up by then and were standing around awkwardly, watching me with nervous eyes.

I walked past them, and they shrank back, no longer as arrogant and smug as before.

I nodded to myself.

Good. It seemed like the first lesson had sunk in.

A little while later, Megan and the others returned.

She was hanging onto my dad’s arm. “Honey, that cosmetic treatment worked wonders. I feel great! I’m thinking of shopping for some new clothes tomorrow. You know how much you love those little—”

My dad gave her a knowing smile and squeezed her hand. “Sure, I’ll send a few bodyguards with you to keep you safe.”

Megan hesitated. “Oh, that’s not necessary. Having bodyguards would just draw too much attention. Plus, I’m going shopping with my girlfriends. You really want a bunch of guys following me around while I’m buying… you know… intimate things?”

She leaned in closer, pouting playfully.

My dad finally relented, though he still made a big show of reminding her to be careful.

But I knew better. She wasn’t going shopping. She was going to meet her lover.

The next day, Megan left in a hurry, and I grabbed a cab to follow her.

Her first stop was a lingerie store, where she picked out a few revealing outfits, and then she headed to an old apartment complex.

I glanced at the name on the building and recognized it immediately. It was Megan’s old place.

I put on a mask and followed her up the stairs.

There was no elevator, and by the time I reached the fourth floor, I was out of breath.

Megan ran into a man’s arms, exclaiming, “Hubby, I’ve missed you so much!”

I knew exactly who he was. Paul Spencer, Megan’s ex-husband and secret lover. In my previous life, he and Brandon, along with some thugs, had tormented me.

I remembered lying in a dark alley, beaten and humiliated, while Paul recorded the whole thing and posted it online, ruining my life.

The memory of that moment flooded me with rage. I gripped my phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white as I struggled to keep my composure. I forced myself to stay calm and hit the record button.

A moment later, they were standing outside the apartment door, making out shamelessly, their hands all over each other.

Paul’s voice was low and teasing as he tugged on one of the outfits Megan had just bought. “Babe, how about you wear this one tonight? It’ll be fun.”

Megan giggled, melting into his arms. “You naughty boy, I bought it just for you.”

With that, they rushed inside the apartment, and it was obvious what was about to happen.

I stopped recording, feeling quite pleased with today’s little adventure.

Megan, the show you put on today would make the perfect opening scene for your wedding video.