My mother-in-law Melissa Baker was a plastic surgery freak.

She did double eyelid surgery, a nose job, facial contouring, etc.

To get more money for plastic surgery, she cheated several old men in the neighborhood out of their retirement pensions.

I advised her countless times that excessive plastic surgery would backfire, only leaving her horribly disfigured.

However, Melissa went crazy and tried to cut my face with a knife, saying that I was jealous of her beauty.

Unfortunately, Melissa became a monster that everyone despised due to excessive and poor-quality hyaluronic acid injections.

Melissa blamed me for not giving her money to get high-quality hyaluronic acid and cut my throat with a kitchen knife.

When I woke up again, I returned to the day when Melissa was going to a small clinic to get hyaluronic acid injections.

This time, I didn't stop her. "Melissa, don't worry about money. You'll be the most beautiful woman in the world!"

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"Give me 5,000 dollars. I'm going to the clinic today!"

Melissa held out a hand to her son and said in a rough aggressive voice.

I woke up suddenly and saw my husband Evan Miller and Melissa locked in a stalemate.

The smell of blood in my throat disappeared, but the pain of being slashed in the neck lingered.

I panicked and touched my neck, but there was no wound and no blood oozing out.

I was reborn.

Evan didn't even look at her and replied flatly, "No way."

Evan disobeyed Melissa, who became angry and pushed me hard. "Stupid bitch, what are you staring at?"

I instantly became sober, staring straight at Melissa's rigid face.

Melissa glared at me and roared through her gritted teeth, "What are you looking at? You took all my son's money. Give me some since you're my daughter-in-law."

Melissa's high nose bridge and double eyelids, which seemed to have been cut with a kitchen knife, looked particularly distorted when she spoke in fury.

Her face was sagging. Obviously, she hadn't yet had any hyaluronic acid injections.

If I remembered correctly, I returned to the day when Melissa finished her jaw contouring surgery and was ready to get a hyaluronic acid injection.

I smiled and took out my phone to transfer money to her. "No problem, Evan earns money to support you."

Seeing that I was about to transfer money, Evan held my hand and reminded me softly, "Didn't you say you didn't want Mom to have extreme cosmetic procedures?"

I did tell Evan before that I didn't want Melissa to have extreme cosmetic procedures, which would affect her health.

But after my persuasion, I ended up having my throat cut.

I shrugged and said helplessly, "We should respect her choice. Melissa, am I right?"

Melissa was glad to hear that and grinned, revealing a line of black teeth.

She took the money while saying something sarcastic to me, "I think you need plastic surgery too. What if Evan finds another girl? You can only whine."

Evan, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't stand it anymore, jumped up, and warned Melissa sternly.

Melissa stood with her hands on her hips, glanced disdainfully at Evan, and forcefully pushed him away.

Then Melissa pinched my face, with complete disdain on her face. "Look at your skin. It's not as good as mine. You're really ugly."

In Melissa's eyes, no one was as good-looking as her, and she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

I gently slapped away Melissa's hand and forced a smile. "Melissa, you don't need to worry about this."

I hid behind Evan, still haunted by the fear of Melissa slitting my throat in the previous life. I didn't dare to approach her.

Melissa grinned and approached closer. "Anyway, I've already got 5,000 dollars. Why don't you give me another 5,000 dollars so that I can get an injection?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Which clinic are you planning to go to?"

Hearing my question, Melissa proudly raised her chin and showed us a photo of the clinic.

"The doctor who performed my double eyelid surgery recommended it to me. They'll give me 40% off!"

Evan and I leaned forward, looking at the modest clinic in the photo.

Evan frowned and said, "It's small and unregulated, isn't it? Can't you find a bigger one?"

Before Evan finished speaking, I covered his mouth and said, "What are you talking about? Melissa has good connections and they're reliable people. Don't talk nonsense if you know nothing."

Hearing the praise, Melissa grinned broadly, revealing her front teeth, and said, "You got me, Rebecca."

I grabbed Evan's arm, signaling him not to defy Melissa anymore.

Melissa looked arrogant as she shimmied out the door. Lips pursed, I looked away from her.

Evan sighed helplessly and said, "She has become more and more unreasonable since my dad passed away."

I took a sip of water and said, "She's not your biological mom. Why do you care?"

Evan was not Melissa's biological child.

To be precise, Melissa was Evan's aunt, but she married his dad after Evan's mom died.

Evan paused for a moment and looked at me intently. "So, you don't have to put up with her for my sake."

When it was almost dinner time, Melissa came back, looking smug while feeling her face.

Her face was a little swollen and bruised. "Evan, do you think I look better? I look ten years younger!"

Evan didn't say anything but prepared the meal in the kitchen.

Melissa felt embarrassed and turned to me. "Rebecca, what do you think?"

Seeing Melissa's proud expression, I couldn't refute her. "Oh, you look more than ten years younger. If you go out and say you're thirty, people will believe it."

As I spoke, I observed Melissa's face carefully.

The hyaluronic acid indeed had a temporary effect, making her look much more radiant.

But she had no idea what harmful substances were added to the 200-dollar hyaluronic acid.

Melissa giggled, "You have good taste. You don't have to wait for me for dinner tonight. I'm going out to see Thomas."

The man she mentioned was a retired man named Thomas Carter from a neighboring building.

Last year, Melissa hooked up with Thomas, who had just retired, to get some money for a nose job.

Thomas was so infatuated with her that he gave her the 100,000 dollars he had planned for retirement.

I nodded and smiled, "Okay, Thomas will definitely find you more attractive."

Melissa snorted, "Of course, that old guy hasn't seen much of the world. I think he's not worthy of me anymore!"

With that, she went to see Thomas happily.

But before Evan and I could finish dinner, Melissa came back, slamming the door angrily.

As soon as she got home, Melissa smashed the plates on the dining table.

She looked furious and kept cursing, "Son of a bitch! How dare he say I'm as ugly as a ghost? He should look at himself in the mirror, old bastard!"

I looked at Melissa in astonishment, but she snatched the plate from me and threw it on the ground.

She glared at me fiercely. "Stop eating! And stop looking at me like that! Look how dull you are!"

I didn't say a word but looked down at the scattered food on the ground.

Melissa became angrier, grabbed my hair, and scolded me, "It's all your fault for asking me to go see Thomas. You just want me to be humiliated."

Evan put down his fork and knife and stepped forward to stop her, with a displeased expression on his face. "Mom, you've gone too far!"

Before Evan could come over, I broke free from Melissa's grip, picked up some food on the ground, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Melissa didn't expect me to resist, her eyes filled with shock. "Are you crazy? How dare you do this to me?"

I didn't answer but pressed down on Melissa and stuffed another handful of food mixed with dust and hair into her mouth.

Instead of stopping me, Evan stood aside and watched indifferently.

Melissa was not as strong as me and was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

I grasped her chin and smeared food on her face.

It wasn't until I stuffed all the food on the ground into her mouth that I finally let go of her and felt satisfied.

I smiled lightly and said, "Melissa, I thought you hadn't eaten, so I fed you some food."

Melissa felt disgusted as if she had swallowed a toad and couldn't help but retch. "You evil bitch, you deserve punishment."

Evan looked at me with admiration and gently held my hand.

His actions made me feel like he and I were on the same side.

But in my previous life, he respected Melissa, who was supposed to be his aunt, and never disobeyed her.

It wasn't until Melissa finished vomiting that she glared at me fiercely and said, "Crazy bitch! I'll sue you for abusing me and send you to prison!"

While Melissa was snarling, she lunged at me to tear me apart.

I dodged and avoided Melissa's attack.

Unable to stop, Melissa collided with the nearby wall.

With a muffled bang, another bruise appeared on Melissa's swollen face.

Actually, the bruises on her face were not a normal side effect of hyaluronic acid injections, but of inferior products.

I didn't remind her but let her destroy her face and watch her finally become a monster that everyone despised.

I smiled and helped Melissa, who fell to the ground, up and said, "Melissa, why are you so angry? I was just doing what you said."

Melissa said she didn't want to waste food and always put leftovers from a few days ago on my plate.

She also said she wanted to save money and always went to the market to take some rotten vegetables home.

Every month, Evan gave her an allowance, but she spent it on plastic surgery secretly.

Melissa's face turned purple and blue with the bruises, but she still insisted, "So what? It's only natural for me to have a good life. As my daughter-in-law, you should endure hardships!"

I let go of Melissa's hand and said, "Melissa, to be precise, I'm not your daughter-in-law."

Melissa's arrogant face stiffened, and her eyes glinting with malice stared at me. "I raised Evan up on my own. I'm much better than his short-lived mother."