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."

Evan's mother died in an accident twenty years ago.

Less than a month after her death, Melissa married his father and held a grand wedding, claiming that it was for the better care of Evan.

Evan's father was busy with work all year round and agreed to marry Melissa so that she could take care of Evan.

Evan stood aside and coldly reminded Melissa, "Mom, please stop making things difficult for Rebecca. You should know she is my wife."

Melissa didn't listen. She rolled on the ground while crying and pounding the floor.

"My poor sister, you have an ungrateful son. It's really a waste of my 20 years of hard work!"

Melissa's heart-wrenching cries disturbed the neighbors upstairs and downstairs, who came knocking on the door to check on her.

Of course, they all had a close relationship with Melissa.

As soon as I opened the door, Melissa rushed into Richard's arms and whined, "Richard, how miserable I am!"

Richard lived upstairs and was confined to a wheelchair all year round, but he could still protect Melissa.

He looked at me angrily and said, "Melissa always says that her daughter-in-law is a tough nut. Now it seems that she is right."

Melissa nestled in the arms of Richard, whining, "Richard, now you know how difficult my life is."

As expected, Richard took pity on her, took 1,000 dollars from his pocket, and shoved it into Melissa's pocket.

Before leaving, he groped Melissa.

Melissa was very satisfied. She held the money and saw Richard off. Within ten minutes, another old man came.

Melissa used the same trick, and the man willingly gave her 3,000 dollars.

Before leaving, he flirted with Melissa, completely unaware that he was being taken advantage of.

Evan couldn't stand it and slammed the door shut. He quietly reminded Melissa, "Mom, didn't you say you were dating Thomas? What about those guys?"

In the previous life, Evan never opposed Melissa finding a partner.

After all, she had been alone for so many years and had no biological children.

With a swollen face, Melissa said in a sarcastic tone, "Yes, but I am dating them all at the same time to quickly find Mr. Right. Is that not okay?"

Evan was shocked to hear that, standing still for a long time.

I smiled and agreed, "Well, Melissa is right. She should seize the time at this age."

Melissa took a few thousand dollars and hummed a tune back to the room, completely forgetting that I had stuffed food from the ground into her mouth.

Evan held my hand and asked softly, "Why do I feel like you're a completely different person these two days?"

I turned around and looked at Evan. "Don't you think you have changed too?"

Evan looked at me in astonishment. His lips parted and then closed, but he didn't ask the question that was on his mind.

I figured out what was happening to him and laughed out loud. "You have also been reborn, right? Tell me how you died in your previous life."

Today, Evan's reactions to Melissa's surgery made me feel like he was completely different from his previous life.

Evan died on the same day as me. After finding out that my throat was cut, he hurriedly carried me to the hospital.

But when he was carrying me downstairs, he was pushed hard and hit the back of his head on the cold cement floor.

And the person who pushed him was Thomas.

The reality was, obviously, that Melissa called Thomas over to help her clean up the mess.

I stroked Evan's face and smiled, "But we don't have any evidence to prove that they killed us."

In the quiet room, I could only hear Evan's faint sighs.

After less than half an hour of silence, Melissa's crying and screaming came from the next room.

Evan and I hurried over, only to find that Melissa was covering her nose in panic.

Blood was oozing out of her fingers, which looked terrifying.

As soon as she saw us, Melissa cursed and shouted, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and take me to the hospital!"