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

The sisterinlaw 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."

Sophie has always been like this.

Whenever I fight with Ethan, she steps in under the guise of helping me.

She advises Ethan to be magnanimous and apologize first.

On the surface, it seems like she genuinely cares for me.

But her persuasions always end with "I don't really understand the thoughts of little girls; I can't even learn to be like that myself."

Over time, Ethan's dissatisfaction with me grew.

I've told Sophie many times not to interfere in our relationship.

But all I got in return were Ethan's reproaches.

"It's because you're so picky and dramatic. If you could just be carefree like Sophie and not take things to heart, we wouldn't fight."

"You're too suspicious. She's your sisterinlaw. You really need to get over your jealousy."

As time passed, we fought more and more because of Sophie.

Until I brought up breaking up.

Only then did Ethan promise never to secretly meet her again.

But after my death, I learned they had never stopped contacting each other.

Every night he told me he was working late was spent drinking and watching movies with Sophie.

If it weren't for my brother's repeated instructions to take care of Sophie after his death, I would have cut ties with her long ago.

After my brother died, Sophie never remarried.

My parents felt bad that she was widowed at a young age, so they gave her all of my brother's compensation money.

Suddenly wealthy, she quit her job and spent her days eating and drinking with a group of men.

I reminded her many times that we support her dating, but not to get involved with men who already have partners.

But not only did she not listen, she brazenly said, "We're like brothers, so what's wrong with having a meal together? You girls are just too dramatic."

Later, a man's wife came to our door, cursing Sophie as a vixen and saying she sent halfnaked photos to her husband under the guise of being a good friend.

After that, Sophie did quiet down for a few days.

But then she shifted all her attention to Ethan.

"Emma, don't be angry. I just scolded Ethan. Don't stoop to his level, okay?"

As soon as I arrived at my new house, I received a call from Sophie.

Usually, I would argue back and have a big fight with her.

But this time, I deliberately said, "It's my bad temper. Sophie, don't be mad, just give the phone to Ethan..."

Before I could finish, she hung up.

Of course, Sophie was afraid my words would be heard by Ethan.

After all, only my unreasonable behavior could highlight her magnanimity.

After setting up the surveillance camera in our new home, I quickly left.

That night, my phone chimed with a notification.

I hurried back to the room, put on my headphones, and opened the app.

There I saw two bodies entangled together.

"Are we doing the right thing by Emma?" Sophie murmured.

The rest of her words were muffled as Ethan silenced her with a kiss.

Confirming they had been intimate, I forced down my nausea and turned off the camera feed.

At that moment, my phone buzzed with a text from Ethan.

[Emma, don't be mad. I'm at the new house and I bought your favorite cake. Come join me!]

Ah yes, in my previous life, I had rushed over at midnight after receiving a similar message.

But what greeted me then was the sight of their naked bodies entwined together.

Could it be...

In the footage, a nude Sophie carefully placed Ethan's phone back where it belonged.

I let out a cold laugh.

It seems my death in the past was no accident after all—it was all thanks to my dear sisterinlaw.

With this realization, I called my future motherinlaw.

If Sophie wanted to stir up trouble, I'd be more than happy to add fuel to the fire!

I saw Sophie again three days later at a friend's birthday party.

Even with full makeup, she couldn't hide the bruises under her eyes.

That night, when Ethan's mom arrived at the new house, she found them in the living room, tangled together in a compromising position.

Ethan's mom had witnessed Ethan's dad cheat when she was younger, and without a word, she marched over and started hitting Sophie.

Caught off guard and hurriedly trying to get dressed, Sophie had no chance to fight back.

Even with Ethan trying to shield her, she couldn't escape the beating.

Watching her awkward struggle, I feigned concern and asked, "Sophie, what happened to your face? You didn't... have another runin, did you?"

My voice wasn't loud, but it caught everyone's attention.

Our friends who knew about Sophie's past quickly turned their gazes toward her.

"No way! She got beat up once and still dares to flirt?" someone whispered.

"Can't she just date someone single instead of going after married men?" another added.

The crowd began to murmur and gossip.

In a panic, Sophie put on sunglasses and protested, "What are you all talking about? I just fell!"

Ethan stepped in to defend her.

"Come on, you're all girls here. Is it really fair to accuse her like this?"

"Let's be real; Sophie is Emma's sisterinlaw. Emma hasn't said anything, so why are you so quick to jump in?"

"Could it be... that this injury has something to do with you?"

The girl who spoke up was Jane—Sophie had previously sent her husband nude photos late at night.

I quickly intervened to smooth things over.

"It's my fault! Sophie has been helping me with wedding plans lately and has been spending all her time with Ethan. There's no way she'd be out with anyone else."

"Sophie, you're usually so carefree; you wouldn't take this stuff seriously, right?"

Sophie's face shifted between shades of blue and purple as she finally gritted her teeth and replied, "Of course not! I'm just a tomboy; I don't take things like this to heart!"

Just then, the birthday cake was wheeled in, bringing this little drama to an end.

After the dinner party, I used a headache from drinking as an excuse to head back to my parents' house.

Ethan offered me some halfhearted comfort before eagerly rushing off to the new house with Sophie, eager to strengthen their relationship.

To help them along, I made sure to poke holes in all the condoms at home.

Since Ethan was so keen on having a son, I figured I'd accommodate him.

From that point on, I dodged every invitation Ethan extended with various excuses.

He was too busy being affectionate with Sophie to notice my unusual behavior.

They visited the new house almost every three days, and each time they seemed to indulge more than the last.

Sophie had a way of wrapping Ethan around her finger, making it hard for him to break free.

Once I figured out their routine, I secretly created a group chat with all of Ethan's friends.

"Even though we're getting married soon, I want to propose to Ethan tonight. Can you all help me?"

"Of course!"

"No problem!"

"Emma, that's so romantic!"

One of the social media influencers even chimed in, "I'll livestream it! You two are the only couple in my circle who are actually making it work!"

I had considered asking her for help with the live stream myself but feared rejection.

So when she offered, I was more than happy to let everyone know how Ethan had cheated on me!

I emphasized that no one should tell Ethan or Sophie about this plan.

Everyone agreed to keep it under wraps for confidentiality, and they all looked down on Sophie anyway.

To avoid raising any suspicions, I deliberately left the living room undecorated.

My friends and I hid behind the couch and in the dining room and bedroom.

At eight o'clock sharp, the door creaked open.

With a "click," Sophie and Ethan walked in one after the other.

As soon as they entered, Ethan couldn't wait to start unbuttoning Sophie's clothes.

My friends instinctively covered their mouths in shock, while the influencer boldly pointed her phone outward to catch everything on camera.

They were so eager that they didn't even bother turning on the lights.

But with enough outside light streaming in, we could clearly see what they were doing.

The live chat exploded with comments.

[What the hell? Proposal turns into a cheating scandal?!]

[Is this even allowed to be streamed?!]

[Where's the bride while this is happening? This is tragic!]

Sophie's outer garments hit the floor, revealing a black outfit that made my heart race—despite having prepared myself for this moment by watching countless surveillance clips beforehand.

As they got more involved, the influencer accidentally bumped into a light switch.

Suddenly, the room flooded with brightness.