In the hospital ward, everyone stared at me as if I was the mean daughter-in-law.

I looked back at them, my face the picture of innocence. I pretended to have no idea what they were talking about.

"I work all day, from dawn till dusk. Your mom is the one at home, and she makes her own meals. I give her 1,200 dollars a month for expenses, and she never has any cash left. There's no way she's eating food that had gone bad, right?"

Mandy clammed up when she heard that. She knew she was the one pocketing most of that money, a whole 1,050 dollars of it.

My mother-in-law? She was good at looking sorry for herself, crying and playing dumb. I used to let it slide, but did she think I was an idiot?

Just then, they wheeled in Edwin, who was groaning with a bad case of stomach flu—all because he had food that had gone bad.

I had asked the doctor to put him in the same ward as my mother-in-law just to see what would happen.

The doctor came in and warned us, "It's hot now, and food goes bad quickly. Don't eat what you shouldn't. Saving a few bucks isn't worth the hospital bills."

When my mother-in-law saw that Edwin was in the hospital too, she got scared and hid behind Mandy.

Edwin lost it when he saw her. "Mom, did you give me rotten meat and pasta that had gone bad again? You knew I had a big meeting today, didn't you? You've messed up everything! You always unplug the fridge to save a few pennies, and then the food goes bad. Look, we've ended up here, having to spend a fortune. I even lost my job. What are you trying to do, ruin me?"

I watched Edwin freak out and had to try my best to keep from laughing.

Once, his mom tried to eat spoiled food, and I tossed it out. Edwin got mad at me for wasting food. He said I was just mad about losing my job and taking it out on his mom. We had a big fight.

Well, since he was the one who loved his mom's food, I decided to let him have it. He was also the one without a job now.

My mother-in-law's tears flowed as she cried, "You've only had a few good days and you've already forgotten where you came from? Your dad passed away when you were young, and I was the one who raised you all by myself. Wasn't it always like this?

"Now, you're all grown up, thinking you can fly on your own, so you've started to look down on me. Maybe I should just go be with your dad..."

Edwin was so mad when his mom said that his eyes were wide with anger. It was tough when he was expected to always be the perfect, respectful son.

I remembered how Edwin used to talk, so I stood up for my mother-in-law, "Edwin, you can't be so unkind. Your mom is only trying to help you. She's your mom; she wouldn't hurt you on purpose, right?

"She worked so hard to raise you. She's always been careful with money, and she didn't mean to make a mistake. Can't you be a little more understanding?"

I used to hear Edwin say those things when I was sick or when Teresa went to the hospital because of expired formula.

Now, I was using his own words to see if he really was the devoted son he claimed to be.

My words made everyone in the hospital ward look at Edwin, and they were all watching to see what he would do next.

He hated being embarrassed, and he was so mad he looked like he was about to burst into flames. However, he could not say anything mean to his mom in front of everyone, so he just went to the bathroom.

Mandy was still acting all sweet and innocent. She knocked on the bathroom door, lecturing Edwin, "You're being too cruel. Mom's been working herself to the bone for your family, and now, she's in the hospital. How could you blame her? That's not how a son should act!"

She was only nice to her mom because she got money from her every month. She would do anything for that money, even if it meant being dishonest.

However, it looked like her luck was about to run out.

Edwin's work was not going great, and the company had wanted to fire him a long time ago. That was just a perfect chance.

He spent his days at home playing video games and doing nothing else, expecting his mom to take care of everything for him.

I pushed him to get a job, just like he used to push me.

"Teresa needs money for her baby formula every month, and I have to give your mom 1,200 dollars a month for her expenses. You've got to find a job, Edwin. You can't expect me to take care of your whole family! "

With my salary at the time, supporting the entire family would not have been a problem, but I did not want to spend another cent on them!

Edwin got so tired of me asking him to work that he just started hanging out and playing cards while supposedly working.

His paycheck? It was exactly 1,200 dollars, the same amount I gave his mom for her expenses. Hence, she could not help Mandy anymore.

Mandy was fed up. Her husband was a gambler and offered no help at all, and she was expecting another baby. They really needed the extra 1,050 dollars each month, and without it, they were struggling. When her husband did not win any money, he would take it out on her.

So Mandy, with her little one in tow, moved into my place with tears streaming down her face. She thought she might get some extra help, plus free meals.

Edwin and his mom only talked to me about it after they were already settling in. Watching the six-year-old bouncing on my couch and my sister-in-law using my pajamas and skincare, I just said yes. A family in trouble should stick together, right?

They were surprised I was so easygoing this time, and they started being nicer to me, at least on the outside.

However, I remembered that when I lost my old job and cut down the money for my mother-in-law in my previous life, my sister-in-law wanted to move in too. However, back then, with my mother-in-law looking after Teresa and me working a new job, I was worried her wild child might hurt Teresa, so I said no.

Later, when her husband ran out of gambling money and hurt her so badly she lost the baby, she blamed me. She teamed up with my mother-in-law and Edwin, saying all sorts of mean things behind my back.

After we lost Teresa, she said it was my fault, that I should not have had a child if I could not take care of her. She called me ungrateful.

However, it was my mother-in-law who made a huge fuss back then. She would not let my parents babysit or let me hire a nanny.

Now, my mother-in-law would be the one looking after her kid, and I was curious to see if Mandy would still be thankful when things got tough! Her own mom did not play favorites; she was equally mean to everyone.

Edwin's family acted like a bunch of leeches, happily living off me every day. To keep them happy, I stayed with my parents after work, saying I was taking care of Teresa.

Edwin was still out of a proper job and scared of being found out. He was more than happy when I did not come home.

My mother-in-law was the same. Mandy's son was a little terror, and he gave my mother-in-law a hard time every day. She was also busy with her pregnant daughter and would rather not have me bring Teresa back to cause more chaos.

Mandy was thrilled about me staying away. She messed with my clothes, bags, and jewelry as she liked.

Me? I was just happy watching my parents and daughter. I had quietly drafted a divorce agreement and was ready to sell that apartment through an agent.

Yes, Edwin would get nothing, and that apartment was my prenuptial property from my parents.

If he had not chased me for three years in college, acting like Mr. Nice Guy, I would not have fallen for it and let his family bleed me dry.

I was an only child. After I died in my previous life, Edwin's family drove my parents to their graves and took all the inheritance, making themselves rich.

This time, they were going to pay for what they had done!

My parents had never liked Edwin. They thought he was not a good person, but I was too blind to see it back then. When I wanted a divorce, they did not interfere.

I felt so guilty but grateful too. Even when I messed up, my parents were there to help me fix it.

My mother-in-law did not let me down. She could not keep quiet for long and started causing trouble again.

Mandy's son, Jared Lewis, ended up in the hospital because of poisoning.

Why did they call me? To foot the bill, of course. They always expected me to pay up.

When I got to the hospital, Mandy was yelling at her mom like there was no tomorrow.

"You're always trying to save a penny here and there, but has it made you rich? Your penny-pinching almost hurt someone! How could you do this? Why didn't you just hurt yourself instead of my son?

"If my son is harmed, you shouldn't even bother living!"