After My Sister-in-law Humiliated Me in Public and Made Me a Cripple

My brother's wedding.

I rushed back from abroad overnight to celebrate.

Only to be ambushed by my future sister-in-law and her entourage in the lounge.

One of her minions yanked my hair and slammed me against the wall.

The impact was so great that it left me dizzy and dazed.

I heard them say.

"Nora, this is the vixen who's been seducing the eldest son."

Nora sneered coldly at me.

"Whoever can turn her into a cripple today will get this watch worth a million dollars."

Mouth cut and tongue severed, I looked at my brother, who had rushed in, unable to utter a single word.

I could only plead with my eyes for him to save me.

——

After picking me up from the airport, my brother hurried off to handle the wedding arrangements.

I was in the lounge trying on a new dress.

Amanda, the housekeeper, smiled warmly at me.

"Miss, this dress really suits you. It makes your skin look even fairer."

I glanced down at the message on my phone and smiled.

"The gift I bought for my sister-in-law has arrived. Amanda, could you please help me pick it up at the door?"

She nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

Just as I was about to take off the dress, the lounge door was suddenly kicked open.

I turned around to see a crowd of people rushing in.

The bodyguards outside bowed respectfully to the woman in the red dress leading the group.

"Good day, Madam."

The woman waved them off, signaling them to leave.

I recognized her too—she was my future sister-in-law, Nora.

I smiled sweetly and walked up to greet her, just about to call out to her.

When one of the women beside her unexpectedly grabbed my hair.

The smile on my face hadn't even faded before she forcefully slammed my head against the wall.

Suddenly, the room spun around me.

Dazed and disoriented, I slid down to the floor, forced to look up at Nora as she approached me.

Why was my sister-in-law hitting me?

Nora ignored my confused gaze and turned to another woman standing nearby. "Andie, is this the vixen who's been seducing Jason?"

Andie nodded, her face filled with righteous indignation as she pointed at me and cursed, "I saw her with my own eyes, clinging to the eldest son before he left, shameless little vixen! She knows full well he's about to get married but still won't give up!"

At this moment, I finally understood what was happening.

My sister-in-law had mistaken me for the mistress seducing my brother.

But Jason was my brother, and I was Lestie!

I just hugged my brother before he left, how did I become the third party?

I wanted to explain, but no one gave me the chance.

Nora glanced around the lounge, her beautiful eyes filled with jealousy when she saw the expensive clothes piled on the sofa.

"It seems Jason treats you very well? Who do you think you are to compete with me?"

Her voice rose, sounding sharp and mean.

She instructed the woman holding my hair, "Sasha, slap her mouth until it's ruined!"

The next second, a slap landed as expected.

My head was forced to one side, buzzing with pain.

Was this really my sister-in-law?

But this wasn't the sister-in-law my brother described.

My brother's words painted her as gentle and kind, elegant and poised. How could she be the shrew standing before me?

Anger and grievance welled up inside me, and I grabbed Sasha's wrist, filled with resentment, "Nora! Do you know who I am?"

Nora stood in front of me with her arms crossed, sneering.

"Just a filthy whore, I don't care who you are! Sasha!"

She raised her voice and urged, and Sasha quickly withdrew her hand, slapping me hard across the face again.

I had been staying at a sanatorium abroad for years.

Naturally, I couldn't match Sasha in strength.

My struggles seemed trivial in their eyes.

Andie walked over and pinned down my arms.

I was like a fish on a chopping board, unable to move an inch, held down by them, forced to endure slap after slap of humiliation.

I could feel a burning pain at the corners of my mouth.

I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

I looked up at Nora, knowing she wouldn't stop until she had her way.

But I had hemophilia.

My blood clotting disorder couldn't withstand so much injury.

If the bleeding is not stopped in time, I will die.

The fear of death in my heart outweighed my anger.

I was both frightened and enraged; when Sasha finally stopped, I shouted out loud.

"Seductress? I'm Jason's sister; my name is Lestie, Nora. Let go of me..."

Before I could finish my sentence, another slap landed on my face.

I looked at Nora in disbelief.

I didn't understand why she continued when she already knew who I was.

Nora walked over and looked down at me.

"Lestie? Jason's sister has been abroad for years and hasn't returned often. I've never heard Jason mention you. Where does a fake like you get the nerve to call yourself Lestie?"

After she spoke, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on my shoulder.

Her high heel ground into my shoulder, and the pain made me want to cry.

When had I ever suffered such humiliation?

Nora glanced at me disdainfully and ordered the people beside her, "You, go get a pair of scissors. And you, bring those clothes over."

I widened my eyes, knowing what she intended, and hurriedly tried to stop her.

"No, those were a gift from my brother..."

"You bitch, shut up!"

Nora suddenly increased the pressure, her high heel moving from my shoulder to stomp on my stomach.

I retched, tears filling my eyes.

"Call him 'brother' one more time, and I'll cut out your tongue!"

She took the scissors from one of her lackeys.

Standing before me, she began cutting the expensive fabric into tatters, one cut at a time.

Then, she threw the torn clothes in my face.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she sneered, "Such a stench. I don't know what Jason saw in you."

Her eyes rolled around, and she suddenly laughed.

"Come to think of it, you must have some redeeming qualities, right?"

She crouched down, the tip of the scissors aimed at my face, sliding down to my collar.

"Now, it's time to deal with the clothes you're wearing."