Chapter 1The Deep Freeze Revenge: Livestreaming My In-Laws' Demise

Tags: Influencer Livestream, Prank Videos, Rebirth Revenge, Apocalyptic Survival

My sister-in-law, Chloe, was obsessed with becoming an influencer. Her entire content strategy revolved around livestreaming pranks on me, her sister-in-law.

Whenever I showed the slightest resistance, my in-laws screamed at me for being ungrateful and warned me not to stand in the way of her social media stardom.

My husband, Brandon, beat and kicked me, ordering me to stop causing drama.

Then, just to win a thirty-five-dollar bounty challenge from a viewer, the whole family locked me out on the balcony.

I cried, begging Brandon, telling him I was pregnant, pleading with them not to do this to me.

Hearing that only made Chloe more vicious. She egged Brandon on, insisting pregnant women had higher body heat anyway and couldn't feel the cold.

That very night, the temperature plummeted from ninety-five degrees down to fourteen degrees. The terrifying, apocalyptic deep freeze had arrived.

I froze to death on that balcony, completely alive until my heart gave out.

Within a month, global temperatures plunged to minus seventy degrees, locking the entire planet in ice.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Chloe decided to launch her influencer career.

This time, while I sit in a heated shelter feasting on hotpot and barbecue, I’ll be the one livestreaming their miserable, frozen demise.

"Mom, look! This prank video on Maddie blew up! The views are crazy. I need to make way more of these."

"Once I go viral and become a top influencer, I'll have enough cash to take you guys out to luxury dinners every single night."

In the living room, Chloe waved her phone around, bragging proudly to her parents.

Hearing that sickeningly familiar voice sent a violent chill straight down my spine.

Even standing under the scorching summer sun, I trembled all over. That bone-deep, gnawing frost was something I could never forget. In my past life, I had frozen to death.

I pinched my arm as hard as I could. The sharp sting finally anchored me to reality. I was reborn.

Right now, my in-laws were busy praising their daughter, calling her a genius destined for greatness.

Then, my mother-in-law, Evelyn, shot me a venomous glare. "You hear that, you useless freeloader? Play along with her videos! If you ruin my daughter's chance to get rich, I’ll ruin your life!"

She had said the exact same words in my previous life.

Back then, I hated being humiliated on camera, so I pulled Chloe aside privately and begged her to switch her content to something else.

Instead, Chloe ran to her parents with crocodile tears, claiming I was jealous and wanted to keep her down.

My father-in-law, Richard, blew his top on the spot, calling me a jinx who hated seeing their family prosper.

Evelyn pointed her finger in my face, calling me dead weight who dared sabotage her daughter's dream.

And Brandon beat me black and blue, warning me never to step out of line again.

Later, for a petty thirty-five-dollar donation dare on TikTok, the entire family shoved me onto the freezing balcony and locked the door.

Even when I broke down in tears, begging Brandon and telling him I was carrying his baby, none of them cared.

Chloe was bouncing on her heels, thrilled. "Pregnant? Even better! Pregnant women don't feel the cold! Brandon, hurry up and lock her out! People are flooding the chat—I'm about to go viral!"

And so, they locked me out in the cold.

I swore to myself that once the night passed, I would divorce him and terminate the pregnancy.

But that night, the temperature plummeted from ninety-five degrees down to fourteen. A catastrophic ice age began in a matter of hours.

I pounded frantically on the glass door, begging them to let me back in.

My knuckles were bloody, but they kept the door locked tight.

Desperate to survive, I hurled my body against the glass until it cracked.

Seeing this, Chloe told Brandon to drag a heavy wooden cabinet over to barricade the shattered door.

Inside, where the heat was blasting, Chloe wore a tank top, sucking on a popsicle, and giggled at me through the crack. "Maddie, you're pregnant! What cold could you possibly feel?"

My bloodied fingers clawed at the wood as I sobbed, "Chloe, please... If I stay out here any longer, your niece or nephew and I will die!"

Instead of helping, Chloe aimed her camera right at my face and spoke to her chat. "Guys, see? Pregnant women really are immune to the cold! Look, she's still hanging on!"

Her sheer cruelty froze whatever was left of my soul. In the end, my strength gave out, and I died miserably on that balcony, tears freezing into solid ice on my cheeks.

Thankfully, heaven showed me mercy and gave me a second chance.

Right now, it was still mid-summer, ninety-five degrees outside, with cicadas buzzing loudly in the trees. Not a single hint of the coming apocalypse.

Yet in just one week, a single night would drag the temperature down to fourteen degrees. From then on, every day would get colder until it reached minus seventy, plunging the world into total permafrost.

The flames of vengeance roared inside me.

This time, I was going to settle every single score and personally drag this entire family straight to hell.