Chapter 4My Mother Ruined My Life – But I’m Reborn To Save My Dad!

That night, I lay awake, memories of the last life replaying over and over in my mind.

The torment, the betrayals—I’d make sure they paid for all of it, with interest.

The next morning, while my parents took Travis to a parent-teacher meeting, I set up the camera I’d bought, aiming it directly at the guest bedroom where they often schemed. I refused to tutor Travis anymore, making an excuse about an upcoming business trip, and I checked into a cheap motel to put distance between us.

Back when I’d first graduated and landed a job, my mom had taken my paycheck, saying it was for “family support.” Left with nothing, I’d worked days at my job and nights delivering takeout just to get by.

Her demands had started small but grew rapidly. The more I gave, the greedier she got, wanting thousands each month for Travis’s needs.

After a week, things calmed down, and my dad’s anger seemed to have subsided.

I watched the footage from the camera on my phone, listening as my mom and Travis chatted in the guest bedroom.

Travis was whining, clutching my mom’s arm. “Mom, all my friends have the latest iPhones. Can’t you just take some of Diana’s money and get me one?”

“Look at this old phone; it’s so slow it can barely load my games!”

My mom smiled tenderly, brushing his hair back—a softness I’d never seen directed toward me.

“Baby, that money’s set aside for your future. Besides, that little idiot Diana’s still obedient. If she’d snitched to your dad, we’d have nothing left.”

“She’s such a sucker,” Travis scoffed, lounging back as she fed him fruit. “You should just kill Dad. Then we’ll have everything to ourselves.”

I felt a chill run down my spine.

My mom hesitated, but he pressed on, “Remember the last time he nearly beat you to death? Showing him mercy is a danger to yourself.”

“Well, he’s heading out of town tomorrow. Just get rat poison from his friend—that way, even if there’s an investigation, it won’t trace back to us.”

I sat bolt upright in my bed, heart pounding as I calculated. They were planning to move soon.

What I didn’t expect was for someone to make the first move before they could even begin.