Chapter 1

After my brother passed away,

My pregnant sister-in-law developed an unsettling obsession: secretly filming couples on dates.

She didn’t stop there—she blackmailed them for money and even spread the videos online.

When one furious victim showed up at our house with a knife, demanding answers,

She pointed to her pregnant belly and forced my mom to choose.

And my mom?

She decided that “two lives were more valuable than one.”

“Your sister-in-law is carrying my grandchild. Be understanding, okay?”

Then she shoved me out the door to face the knife-wielding man.

I was stabbed to death.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past.

This time, I stole my mom’s line

And shoved her out the door instead.

Bang.

Bang.

The violent pounding on the door jolted me awake.

I sat up in bed, wide-eyed, frantically feeling my stomach.

No wounds. No blood. No pain.

I was alive.

I had been reborn!

In my last life, after my brother passed away from an illness, my sister-in-law, Caroline, completely lost it. Pregnant and unbalanced, she developed a strange hobby.

She loved spying on couples, secretly recording their intimate moments, and saving the videos to watch later.

I was disgusted by her behavior, but I never imagined she’d take it further.

She started blackmailing the people in the videos, demanding money.

And when one couple refused to pay, she retaliated by sharing the footage online.

Furious, the man in the video showed up at our house with a knife, demanding justice.

My mom, ever the “family protector,” said something I’d never forget:

“Your sister-in-law is carrying my grandson. Two lives are at stake. You’ll understand, won’t you?”

Then she shoved me out the door.

I was stabbed to death.

Now, as the man outside screamed and pounded on the door, memories of my last life flooded back.

“Get out here, you filthy woman! Come out NOW!”

Caroline, just like before, clutched her belly and leaned against the wall, tears brimming in her eyes. She stared at my mom, shaking her head in silent fear.

My mom immediately turned to look at me.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

Here we go again.

But this time, I wasn’t going to wait for her to make the first move.

As soon as she turned back toward Caroline, I stood up and cut her off, stealing the words she was about to say.

“Caroline is carrying your precious grandson. Two lives are more important than one.”

“Mom, I understand.”

Ignoring her stunned expression, I walked to the storage room and grabbed a shovel.

This time, she didn’t push me toward the door. She grabbed my arm instead.

For a brief moment, hope flickered in my chest.

Had my rebirth changed her heart?

But then she turned to Caroline, her voice full of urgency.

“Caroline, go hide in the bedroom! Hurry before you get scared.”

And then, without missing a beat, she shoved me lightly toward the door.

“Go on, sweetheart. Mom will never forget your sacrifice.”

The pain I felt in that moment was worse than death.

I turned back around, grabbed her wrist, and shoved the shovel into her hands.

Then I threw the door open and pushed her out with all my strength.

“You want the shovel? Here—it’s all yours. Let’s see how you handle this.”

This time, we’re switching roles.

Let’s make the game a little more interesting.