Rebirth: I Punished the Scumbag and His Sister-in-law!

The sister-in-law is a frenemy, always calling my fiancé to go out for drinks late at night.

Despite my repeated complaints, she just brushes it off, saying, "We're like brothers; what's wrong with having a meal together?"

On the day we were choosing wedding dresses, she used the excuse of helping him with his tie to sneak into a dressing room with my fiancé.

I was furious and stormed out.

Meanwhile, they went to my wedding bed and had an affair.

When I caught them in the act, she pushed me down the stairs, and I died on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the day I was supposed to pick out my wedding dress.

***

"Emma, how do you like this outfit for your wedding?"

Hearing my name, I jolted awake.

Sophie was in front of the mirror, holding a suit.

Before I could respond, Ethan walked over and affectionately draped his arm over her shoulder.

"What does Emma know about these things? This outfit looks great on you. Come on, let's try it on together."

As they laughed and joked their way into the dressing room, a wave of familiarity washed over me.

I realized I had been given a second chance.

Today was the day Ethan and I were picking out wedding dresses, and Sophie had come over to help me choose.

But her gaze kept drifting toward Ethan.

Whenever I asked her about the dresses, she would dismissively say, "What do I know about what little girls like? You should decide for yourself."

Ethan chimed in that I was being overly dramatic and that I should hurry up.

Frustrated, I slammed the door behind me.

Instead of comforting me, Ethan went out drinking with Sophie.

After catching them in bed together and being pushed down the stairs by them—resulting in my death—I couldn't shake off the rage coursing through me.

Coming back to reality, I met the sympathetic gaze of a shop assistant.

In a fit of anger, I yanked open the dressing room curtain.

A scream pierced the air as Sophie instinctively hid behind Ethan.

Her shirt was wide open, exposing her lingerie beneath.

Ethan's eyes were greedily fixed on her curves.

Seeing me startled her; she sighed in relief.

"Emma! You scared me! Ethan can't tie his tie; that's why I'm helping him. Don't misunderstand."

"But you're standing there so provocatively in front of him—doesn't that seem too intimate?" I retorted sarcastically.

"What's wrong with that? Sophie is just casual; isn't it the same when she wears a bikini on the beach?" Ethan said without stopping his tie adjustments.

He shot me an annoyed look.

"It's not my fault you're taking forever trying on dresses; otherwise, I wouldn't need Sophie's help."

I glared at him and muttered "shameless" before walking away.

Behind me, Sophie called out soothingly, "It's okay; Emma is just a child throwing a tantrum."