The moment my sister-in-law, Nina, walked in, she put the few pathetic things she had salvaged from the flood into my room, tossing my clothes onto the sofa.

"I'll take this room. The left one is for Mom and Dad, and the right one is for my son."

I looked pitifully at my mother-in-law.

"Mom, where will I sleep?"

She waved her calloused hand impatiently.

"You're just one person; isn't the floor enough for you? Why are you being so picky?"

In my last life, I resisted. After all, this was my house. Why should I not have a room?

I argued with them, only to be slapped by my mother-in-law.

"Useless thing, taking up such a big house. You've been married for years and haven't even laid an egg. What's the point of keeping you around?"

"Our family doesn't support freeloaders. If you're useless, give the house to Nina. At least she has given us a son for the Field family."

I felt incredibly wronged. It was clearly their son's fault.

I called my husband, who was far away and couldn't come home.

I thought he would comfort me and take my side, but instead, he scolded me coldly.

"You're the eldest daughter-in-law, and a daughter-in-law at that. Why are you arguing with them at a time like this? Take good care of them, or don't blame me for being harsh."

I didn't know it back then, but now I do—he was holding his mistress in his arms when he took my call.

Huh!

Alright, I would see to it that they all end up buried together.

Now, I warmly held Nina's hand.

"Sister-in-law, my house is your house. Feel free to choose any room you like. I have no objections."

She crossed her arms, looking satisfied, and finally left content.

My mother-in-law stood on the balcony, crying her heart out as she watched her house being swept away by the floodwaters.

"My house! The house I just renovated last year!"

Nina wiped her tears while cursing at me.

"This is all your fault! Last year, we suggested building our house on the hillside like yours, but you insisted that the bottom of the hill was more convenient. I think you did it on purpose! Did you know a flood was coming?"

What nonsense! I was not a prophet.

Moreover, she was the one who said building a house on the hillside was inconvenient due to the climbing. And now she's blaming me? Crazy.

Nina continued.

"I don't care. From now on, this house is mine."

Hmph!

It was hers, of course it was hers. I wouldn't even fight her for it.

Because this place would soon become their grave.

I divided up all the food I had stocked and placed them in different spots around the house.

In my previous life, I had stored everything in one place, and they finished it all within days.

If they had been more mindful, we could have lasted until the floodwaters receded.

This time, I would have to ration the food and give it to them little by little to make it last for two weeks.

We must hold out until the landslide happens.

I stood in the backyard, looking at the slope behind the house. After days of torrential rain, some rocks had already started to show cracks.

I was very pleased.

Turning around, I went back inside to cook for the whole family.

I only made a pot of thin porridge. Nina came over and, seeing it, scolded me.

"Are you insane? With so many people, you just made a pot of porridge? How are we supposed to get full on that?"

I quickly added a bowl for her.

"We don't have much food. I didn't expect you all to come, so I didn't stockpile enough. We have no choice but to conserve until the rescue team arrives."

She was displeased but had no choice. No one could predict a natural disaster.

Each of the five had a bowl in hand.

My mother-in-law, Maya, said.

"Looks like this rain is going to continue for a few more days. Who knows when the floodwaters will recede."

My brother-in-law, Thomas, tossed his bowl at me.

"Give me another bowl."

I hesitated.

"No, there's no more."

Before he could say anything, my mother-in-law slapped me.

"Useless woman! Why didn't you make more? What if my son goes hungry?"

Shaking, I handed over my own bowl.

"Mom, we really have no choice. There are so many of us, and the news said the rain will last at least another ten days. We must conserve."

Thomas grabbed my bowl and gulped it down, then smashed the bowl on the ground.

"You knew there would be a heavy rain; why didn't you stockpile more food? What wicked plan are you scheming?"

Huh!

I indeed have a wicked plan now, not a bit of good in me.

At night, after they each took a room to sleep, I quietly went to the yard to get the beef jerky I had hidden.

I took a bite—delicious!

My husband called again, asking if I had properly taken care of his family and saying he'd come back as soon as the flood receded to help out.

I chuckled while chewing on the beef jerky.

Of course, he'd have to come back. After all, he must die with his wicked family.

How else would he get hit by the falling rocks if he didn't come back?

Heh!

I looked at the calendar—June 8th. There are 6 days left until the landslide.

In these 6 days, no matter what, I have to keep them calm and pacified.

Nina threw a pile of dirty clothes at me.

"Hurry up and wash these clothes for me. In this damn weather, nothing dries."

She rummaged through all my clothes and picked out the pretty and expensive ones to take into her room.

"Wearing these clothes would be a waste on you. With your fat body, you can't pull them off."

I didn't care; I treated them as burial clothes for her.

I overheard them talking in their room.

My mother-in-law asked.

"Your house was washed away by the flood. How much will it cost to rebuild? It's such a misfortune."

Nina snorted.

"Rebuild for what? Isn't it nice living here?"

My father-in-law, rarely speaking up, said.

"This house belongs to your elder brother and sister-in-law. Staying a few days is fine, but we can't stay long term."

But my mother-in-law was displeased.

"Ugh! They can't even lay an egg, yet they're holding on to such a big house. What a waste. I say we listen to Nina and just settle down here. What's there to be afraid of?"

They are indeed calculating. Why should they take the house I worked so hard to build with my money?

In my last life, I was furious and stormed in to argue with them, but they didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, they ganged up on me and beat me half to death.

Now, I was giving the house to them. After all, the house wasn't going anywhere; it might as well serve as their tomb.

That was not too bad—it wouldn't be wasted, at least.