The Vindictive Wife Comes Back

Chapter 1

I discovered I was infertile, and my husband insisted on divorcing me, but Makenna stopped him. She said, "We spent wedding gifts to bring her into the family, so we can't lose out. Why not sell her to recoup some of the cost?"

So, Makenna sold me off cheaply to an isolated rural village, where I endured humiliation and torment until I died.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before I was trafficked.

In this new life, I would not tolerate it anymore. Instead, I would sell Makenna off in return.

"Everyone, look at this delicious meal my daughter-in-law made for me. Doesn't it look delicious? I'm going to eat now, so that's it for today's video. See you tomorrow, everyone."

Makenna was recording her short video with her phone.

Seeing this scene, I could hardly believe it. I had actually been reborn to the time before I was trafficked.

Thinking of all the suffering and torment I endured in my previous life, I clenched my teeth and fists tightly.

Finally, I could take revenge for the past...

Thinking about this, I trembled with excitement, an uncontrollable thrill coursing through me.

"Why did you buy so much meat? My son isn't home today. I can't possibly eat all this meat by myself, and it's a waste for someone who can't bear a son to eat it."

Makenna turned off her phone, her kind expression vanishing instantly, replaced by displeasure as she pointed at me.

"Why are you standing there? Put the meat away and save it for when my son comes home from work."

Seeing that I didn't move, Makenna grew impatient.

In my previous life, I felt guilty for being unable to conceive and tolerated her daily bullying. But in this life, I would no longer choose to endure.

I threw the bowl of meat dishes at her. The scalding meat and broth splashed onto her, making her scream repeatedly.

"Ah! Are you trying to burn me to death? You little brat, how could you waste such good meat? My son still..."

Despite the red and swollen burns on her body, Makenna was still thinking about the wasted meat.

Seeing how petty and calculating she was, I felt a wave of anger. In my previous life, knowing I couldn't have children, she had tried to make money off me, squeezing out the only value I had.

Ignoring her curses, I grabbed some pickles and stuffed them into her mouth.

"If you don't eat meat, then eat your pickles. Eat more, eat, eat, eat. If you love it so much, eat pickles for the rest of your life..."

With red eyes, I kept stuffing the vegetables into her mouth until I felt exhausted and my anger subsided.

As soon as I let go, Makenna collapsed weakly to the ground.

Seeing her terrified expression, I felt a rush of satisfaction.

"Emmeline! What did you do to my mom?"

My husband rushed in and helped Makenna up.

"Ricky, you're finally back. If you hadn't come back, you might never have seen me again."

Seeing my husband, Makenna regained her confidence and became arrogant again.

"How dare you lay a hand on my mom? This is the last straw." My husband rolled up his sleeves, ready to hit me.

We had met in college and decided to get married after graduation. However, my parents didn't approve of him and demanded twenty thousand dollars in wedding gifts to stop the marriage.

Blinded by his sweet words, I took out my savings and gave them to him to marry me. Who would have thought that after marriage, he would treat me like this because I couldn't conceive?

Thinking of how he had deceived me before, I felt a wave of anger.

"How dare you? Aren't you the one who wants a divorce? If you dare to hit me, I'll accuse you of domestic violence. Let's see if I can make you divorce without taking any assets away."

I glared at him, as if I could pierce through him.

"Alright, alright, you wretch. You've got some nerve, haven't you? You even dare to threaten me now."

Although my husband didn't relent verbally, he lowered his sleeves.

"Wretch, don't think I can't deal with you like this," Makenna shouted at me.

I ignored her, turned around, went back to my room, and started submitting resumes online.

Chapter 2

I majored in finance, and due to the high intensity and pressure of my job, I had resigned early when I decided to prepare for pregnancy. The financial market changes rapidly, and returning to the workforce now posed certain challenges. However, my resume was quite impressive, and I had included some market analysis based on my past life's experience, so I believed finding a job wouldn't be an issue.

But when I checked my messages the next day, I hadn't received a single interview invitation. Instead, I was met with insults.

"Our company doesn't need someone who lacks respect for family. You're not good enough for us."

"Aren't you the daughter-in-law who bullied her mother-in-law recently? With such a bad temper, I can't handle you."

Reading these messages left me puzzled until someone mentioned pickles. Then I remembered what Makenna had said yesterday. I quickly opened her social media account.

Since short videos became popular among older adults, Makenna had become obsessed with making videos. She often posted videos portraying herself as an ideal mother-in-law, gaining quite a following among middle-aged married women who were also struggling with difficult mothers-in-law. Little did they know, the ideal mother-in-law they admired in the videos was no different from an ordinary wicked mother-in-law in real life, if not worse.

As soon as I opened the short video app, a reposted video of Makenna appeared. In the video, she was covered in vegetables, with several strips of pickles stuffed in her mouth, vividly describing how I had bullied her. It was a tearful and dramatic performance.

I opened the comments section, and it was filled with people sympathizing with Makenna and cursing me. Only a few comments questioned her video, but they were quickly silenced by other netizens.

Reading these comments made me clench my fists in anger, trembling. It wasn't until the pain in my palms brought me back to my senses that I slowly relaxed my fists.

"Alright, if this is how you want to play, I'll play along," I thought to myself.

After calming down, I watched several more videos, all reposts of Makenna's video by various marketing accounts. I opened Makenna's profile and saw that her followers had grown from a few thousand to over a million. She had even posted several advertisements this morning.

With such a large following, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it. I turned off my phone and left my room. As soon as I stepped out, I saw Makenna grinning foolishly at her phone.

I ignored her and went out to get a pinhole camera. Then I prepared a large table of dishes for Makenna. Looking at the hidden cameras around the room, I smiled with satisfaction.

"Mom, dinner's ready. I made your favorite braised pork and pigeon soup," I said, using all my acting skills to appear harmless.

"Hmph! At least you know what's good for you."

Makenna saw the table full of dishes but didn't record a video to show off as she usually did. She must have benefited from her pitiful mother-in-law persona and no longer felt the need to maintain her previous image.

"All this meat? You shouldn't eat it. Don't waste it. Save it for my son when he gets home," Makenna said as usual.

"Mom, I made all this food, and I'm hungry too. Can I have a little?" I asked, pretending to be pitiful.

"Then go eat pickles. If you dare eat my son's meat, I'll expose you online again. Let's see how you survive then. A worthless woman like you doesn't deserve to eat meat. You're a waste of food. A woman who can't bear a son should starve to death..."

Hearing Makenna's last words, I was overjoyed. With the current gender issues and women's empowerment online, her words were sure to incite public outrage.

Seeing that my goal was achieved, I dropped the act completely.

"Why can't I eat? I will eat," I said, picking up a piece of meat and putting it in my mouth.

Makenna lunged at me, trying to snatch the meat from my mouth. I jabbed her eye with my chopsticks, causing her to cry out in pain and clutch her eye as she lunged at me again. I dodged, and she stumbled several times, unable to catch me. I then pulled the tablecloth, spilling all the dishes onto her, hitting her already injured spots from yesterday.

Makenna screamed in rage, and the living room turned into a mess. I ignored her and ran straight to my room.

Chapter 3

After returning to my room, I posted an apology statement on my account, explaining at the end of the video that I had my reasons and that my actions were forced.

Facing these nosy onlookers, I knew I couldn't satisfy them completely; I had to keep their interest piqued, or the interest would quickly fade.

Sure enough, once my video was posted, I gained a lot of followers, and online followers left comments speculating about my reasons.

I ignored them and instead started editing the footage I had just shot outside. Since the sound from the hidden camera wasn't very clear, I used my phone to record the audio, capturing Makenna's gritted teeth and haughty tone perfectly.

By the time I finished, it was already afternoon, and I figured my husband should be home by now. So, I planned to go out and gather some material involving him.

But when I stepped out, I found the living room still in disarray, and Makenna was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, I headed towards her room.

Sure enough, inside the room, Makenna was arguing with my husband. I turned on the recorder.

"I can't stand this girl anymore. I told you to marry Baylee back then, but you didn't listen. You had a rich girl right in front of you, and you chose this uncultured girl instead. I've had enough," Makenna complained.

Baylee? I was a bit confused. Ever since we got married, Makenna had been calling me a homewrecker, claiming I had ruined my husband's good relationship with Baylee.

But the truth was, I had never met Baylee. It was only after marrying my husband that I learned from Makenna that he had an idealized first love.

I had asked my husband about it, but he always brushed it off, saying she was just an ordinary classmate.

"Alright, Mom! How many times do I have to tell you? Stop bringing this up. There's no chance between us. Stop being so stubborn," my husband said, sounding annoyed.

"Fine, fine. It's really a sin. I won't mention it again. But I can't stand Emmeline in this house for another day. We have to think of something."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I've already asked the lawyer to file for divorce," my husband replied, sounding impatient.

"Oh, son, are you stupid? It cost us two hundred thousand yuan to marry her! We can't just let her go without getting something back. Why not sell her and recoup some of the wedding costs?" Makenna's voice had a persuasive tone, tempting and persuasive.

My husband fell silent, seemingly considering the feasibility of her suggestion.

After a while, he spoke slowly, "You handle it. I'll pretend I don't know anything about it. I won't help you."

I knew my husband had agreed to sell me, but hearing it with my own ears still made my heart ache.

When we got married, the wedding gifts were paid from my savings. Considering his family's financial situation, I didn't ask him to contribute. I never thought he would now betray me so deeply over those wedding gifts.

I bit my lip, suppressing my anger, and quietly left.