Chapter 4The Deep Freeze Revenge: Livestreaming My In-Laws' Demise

By the time I finished coordinating everything, night had fallen.

As I walked up the apartment stairs, Chloe’s shrill laugh drifted through the door. "Brandon, look! This commenter is just as dumb as Maddie!"

I pushed the door open to find a picture of sickening domestic bliss.

The three of them were clustered around Chloe, treating her like royalty.

Chloe was born when her parents were already late in life, making her the spoiled darling of the household.

Evelyn practically worshipped the ground she walked on, calling her her precious baby.

Brandon babied her endlessly, swearing he would always be her safety net, and that she never had to get married or work a day in her life.

Hearing the door, all four heads turned toward me.

The moment Evelyn saw my face, her smile turned into a scowl. "What are you standing there like a statue for, you useless bitch? You scared the life out of me!"

Holding her phone up in one hand, Chloe sauntered over with a bowl of fruit salad in the other. "Hey, Maddie! Sorry, we forgot to save you any dinner. Here, have some fruit so you don't starve."

I looked at the smug, malicious smirk plastered across her face.

In my last life, I had eaten it without a second thought. The salad was packed with mangoes—which I was violently allergic to. My entire body broke out in angry hives, and my throat swelled shut.

Meanwhile, Chloe had kept her camera rolling, laughing hysterically at the chat. "Chat, look! The idiot actually ate it! Look at her breaking out!"

Evelyn had joined in on the laughter. "Leave it to my brilliant Chloe to put that freeloader in her place."

And Brandon had pointed at me, laughing about how hideous I looked.

That had been the moment my heart turned completely cold, the moment I decided to divorce him.

Except the deep freeze arrived before I could file.

Now, if they were willing to torture me for a thirty-five-dollar bounty, they’d do it to anyone for the same price.

I decided to run a little experiment.

Clutching my stomach, I doubled over. "My stomach hurts really bad. I need the bathroom first."

Chloe tried to block me, demanding I eat it right then and there.

I pushed past her and bolted into the bathroom, locking the door.

Evelyn shouted from the hall, "Lazy pig, always running off to the toilet!"

I didn't care. She was about to reap what she sowed.

Inside, I pulled out my burner phone and opened Chloe's TikTok livestream.

I dropped a fifty-dollar super chat with a customized challenge: *Prank your own mom.*

Then I left a comment: *Watching you mess with your sister-in-law is getting boring. Give us something fresh. Prank your mom.*

Let's see how much their sacred family bond was actually worth.

Sure enough, a second later, Chloe’s ecstatic screech echoed from the living room. "Mom! Dad! Brandon! Look! A huge tip! I'm going viral!"

In my past life, when that notification popped up, she had reacted the exact same way.

The whole family had cheered her on.

Evelyn had clapped her hands raw, bragging about how talented her precious daughter was, so much better than a parasite like me.

Now, bathed in that exact same loving atmosphere, Chloe shoved the bowl of mango-laced fruit right in front of Evelyn's face. "Mom, eat this bowl of fruit salad! The bounty dare says I have to prank my own mom."

I watched through the cracked bathroom door as Evelyn’s face went completely pale.