Mom, It's My Brother Who Has Breast Cancer.

My brother got diagnosed with breast cancer, but my Mom thought the diagnosis was mine. I pleaded with her to take him to the hospital. To pay for his treatment, I sold my condo, drained my savings, and worked three jobs a day. Eventually, my brother recovered. But I collapsed from exhaustion, suffering a brain hemorrhage. I survived, but I was paralyzed. Mom resented that I couldn't earn money for my brother anymore. She dumped me in an old pigsty back in our rural hometown, leaving me to fend for myself. Then she took my disability settlement money to buy my brother a house and a car, and pay for his wedding. That's when I found out Mom had savings tucked away the whole time. After I starved to death, alone in that pigsty, I woke up, reborn on the day my brother was diagnosed with breast cancer. This time, I tossed the medical report aside. Treat him? Don't treat him? Not my problem. ... Coming out of the clinic, clutching the medical report – identical to the one from my past life – the reality of my rebirth finally hit me. My brother had breast cancer. Last time, I spent every penny I had to save him, neglecting my own health until it was too late. He got better. I became disabled. The memory alone sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. Shoving the report into my bag, I hailed a cab home. Just as I reached the entrance to my apartment complex, I saw my brother, Leo, and his girlfriend, Chloe, standing on the street corner, talking animatedly, looking thrilled about something. I slowed down, creeping closer, and heard Chloe's excited voice, "Are you serious? Your sister's dying?" "Totally," Leo sounded like he'd won the lottery. "I heard the hospital call her today. The doctor definitely said 'breast cancer.' And Mom said we're not gonna treat it. As soon as she kicks the bucket, her little nest egg is all mine. We'll have the house, the car, everything." Chloe gasped. "Your mom really said that? But she's always doting on your sister, Sarah, always saying how great she is." Leo crossed his arms smugly. "That's just an act. The more Mom praises her, the harder Sarah tries. A little flattery, play the victim card, and Sarah just hands over the cash." Even though I'd lived through this betrayal before, the words still felt like knives twisting in my gut, leaving me numb. Mom always favored Leo, but I tried to understand. Raising two kids alone wasn't easy, and for her generation, having a son probably felt like security. So, when she showed clear favoritism, I never complained. When she asked me to help Leo out financially, I always did, as long as it wasn't totally unreasonable. Lately, Mom's attitude seemed to have shifted. She'd constantly apologize in front of others, saying how daughters were more reliable than sons. I thought she'd finally seen the light. Turns out, she'd just mastered the art of manipulating me out of my money. I wanted to hear more, but just then, Chloe spotted me. Her face went white. "Sarah!" she stammered. Leo jumped when he saw me, a flicker of panic in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself. "Jeez, Sarah, you walk like a ghost! Scared the crap outta me." My gaze hardened. I immediately put on a wounded expression. "Were you serious? What you just said? Is that really what Mom told you?" Maybe because he thought my days were numbered, Leo dropped the pretense. He straightened up. "Yeah, it's true. Don't get bent out of shape, sis. It sounds harsh, but it's the truth. I'm the man of the house. Your stuff? It should all come to me eventually anyway." His smug, punchable face was too much. I snapped. "Go to hell," I spat, slapping him hard across the face. The stinging sound felt incredibly satisfying. Without another word, I spun around and stormed home. Mom was in the kitchen cooking. Seeing me, she put on her usual concerned face. "Sarah, honey, you're back! Everything okay with the check-up results?" I dug my nails into my thigh, forcing tears. "Mom, did you really say... if I got cancer... you wouldn't get me treated?" 2 Mom's eyes widened. Before she could speak, she looked up and saw Leo walking in. "Leo!" she gasped. "What happened to your face?" Leo pointed at me, whining, "Sarah hit me." He quickly recounted what had just happened outside. Mom's expression changed instantly. She gave Leo a sharp swat on the behind. "You don't talk to your sister like that! No matter what!" After scolding Leo, she turned to me. "Sarah, I already told your brother off. He shouldn't have said those things. But honey, he's kind of right, isn't he? If you have this... disease... you'd need surgery, lose your breast, right? No man would want you after that. You'd probably lose your job too. Instead of living like that, with no dignity, isn't it better to leave the money for your brother's future, for his wedding?" She'd said similar things in my past life. Back then, I was so focused on saving Leo that I hadn't really registered the cruelty. I'd just grabbed the report and dragged him to the hospital. This time, I listened quietly until she finished, then put on an even more devastated act. "So... what if it was Leo who got breast cancer? Would you not treat him either?" Mom's eyes bulged. "How could you say such a horrible thing about your brother? Spit three times, quick! Don't jinx him!" She didn't answer my question, but I already knew the answer. Just like when I got accepted into a four-year university after high school. She claimed the tuition was too high, that Leo would need money for high school in three years, and forced me into community college instead. But when I graduated, Leo only managed to get into a vocational high school that cost $20,000 a year. She paid it without blinking. I pulled the medical report out of my bag. "Mom, here are the results. Maybe you should take a look after all." She recoiled, snatching the report and tossing it straight into the trash can. "I can't look, honey. I love you too much. It would break my heart." I stared at her, my expression cold. Her words dripped with love, but when it came down to money, Leo always came first. Fine. If Mom only loved Leo, she could pour all her love into him. As for his illness... since they were both convinced I was the one who was sick, then sick I would be. I had given her a chance, after all. Still, I put on a show, sobbing dramatically. Then I told Mom, "Mom, I've thought about it. You're right. I should leave all my money to Leo." Mom seemed surprised I'd agreed so readily. After a few seconds, a smile spread across her face. "Oh, that's wonderful! Since you've come to your senses, you should probably write a will." So, she didn't even trust my word. Under her watchful eye, I wrote the will. Since I wasn't the one dying, I could have written hundreds without a problem. Just as I was trying to figure out how to leverage this fake illness to get some money from Mom, an opportunity fell into my lap. The day after I wrote the will, Mom led a man into my room. He looked rough, maybe in his late forties or early fifties, dressed in worn-out clothes. At first, I thought he was here to collect recycling. I was about to go find some cardboard boxes when Mom grabbed my arm. "Recycling? What are you talking about? This is the man I set you up with. For a date." My jaw dropped. "This... this is who you set me up with?" "You're in no position to be picky now!" she snapped. "Be grateful anyone would have you. And listen, don't you dare mention anything about being sick. I already talked to him. Thirty thousand dollars for the wedding gift. It'll be perfect for your brother's wedding fund." It hit me then. Mom wasn't trying to find me a partner. She was trying to sell me. After the brief introduction, Mom and the matchmaker left, leaving me alone in the room with the older man. Without a second thought, he lunged at me. I screamed, "Get away from me, or I'm calling the cops!" The man flashed a mouthful of yellow teeth. "We're gettin' married, ain't we? Gonna happen sooner or later. Just let me have a little fun first." "You want to marry me?" I stared straight at him. "Fine. But I'll tell you right now, I have cancer. If you pay for my treatment, then I'll marry you." The man froze. Less than a minute later, he bolted out the door. Half an hour later, Mom stormed back in, furious. "Sarah, are you crazy? I told you not to tell anyone about your illness! Now everyone knows you're sick! How are you supposed to get married and earn that money for your brother now?" I blinked innocently. "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry. It just slipped out. But really, what kind of guy was that? Only thirty thousand? So cheap! You know what? I bet I could find a guy who'd pay a million for me. Believe it?" 3 "A million?" Mom's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Are you serious?" I nodded, pulling out my phone and showing her a flyer. "Remember my middle school classmate, Maya? She took one of those 'how to marry rich' workshops. Within a month, she landed some trust fund kid. Got like seven hundred thousand in wedding gifts. I'm prettier than her, and I actually went to college. I could definitely get a million." Mom didn't quite buy my bluff. Instead, when Leo got home, she showed him the flyer. Hearing about the workshop, Leo slapped his thigh. "Oh yeah, I know about those! Some guys from my school did stuff like that. Maybe didn't land a millionaire, but they made bank later doing social media stuff, like hundreds of thousands. With Sarah's looks? Signing her up is a guaranteed win!" I knew Leo would say that. After all, I'd seen the flyer when I was messing around on his phone earlier. Mom's eyes lit up. She handed the flyer back to me. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go sign up!" "Signing up is no problem," I said, looking pitifully at Mom. "But I don't have the money." At the mention of money, Mom's face fell. "I don't have cash to spare. Use your own." I immediately played the victim. "Mom, all my money is tied up in a Certificate of Deposit! It doesn't mature for another year. If I take it out now, I'll lose like three thousand in interest! It's just not worth it." Normally, Mom wouldn't care less about losing three grand of my interest. But now, thinking all my money would soon be Leo's, she suddenly felt the pinch. "How much do you need?" I held up three fingers. "Three thousand." Mom transferred it to me instantly. She had no idea that three thousand was just the beginning. Three thousand for the course, sure. But to be a 'socialite', I needed clothes, right? Jewelry? Makeup? After the three thousand came ten thousand. Thirteen thousand was pretty much Mom's limit. Just as she started grumbling daily about my spending, I brought a 'rich boyfriend' home to meet her. A fancy fruit basket, some flashy (but fake) gold jewelry – cheap tricks – and Mom gave me another ten thousand to buy a gift for my 'future mother-in-law'. After that, I arranged for the 'families' to meet. At dinner, my fake future mother-in-law gifted Mom some more plated gold junk and promised a wedding gift of two million dollars. Mom was so ecstatic she couldn't see straight. Without blinking, she gave me a hundred thousand dollars to go on an overseas trip with my rich 'boyfriend'. I knew that hundred thousand was basically Mom's entire life savings. She was really betting everything on me landing this 'rich guy'. I quit my job, took the hundred thousand, and flew to Europe. Everything I'd never bought, never seen, never eaten before – I experienced it all. Of course, a hundred grand wasn't nearly enough. So, behind Mom's back, I sold my condo and blew through my savings too. By the time the money ran out, six months had passed. Mom called, furious. "You damn girl! Are you done playing around yet? When is that guy giving us the money? If he doesn't pay up soon, I'm going straight to his family!" Swirling a glass of wine, I replied calmly, "It's coming soon. What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry, Mom?" "Your brother's girlfriend is pregnant! They're planning the engagement party!" Mom's voice was laced with venom. "Her family wants fifty thousand for the engagement gift. You get that money from your boyfriend right now! If he won't give it, borrow it! You must bring fifty thousand to your brother's engagement party the day after tomorrow!" She hung up. I waited a day, then photoshopped a bank transfer confirmation screenshot and sent it to her. 【Mom, the money came through. I'll head straight to the hotel tomorrow. Don't worry about a thing.】 My phone buzzed twice. Mom's reply: 【Good girl! I knew you wouldn't let Mom down! See, raising a daughter is better than raising a son after all.】 Reading that message made me sick to my stomach. But I couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation. The engagement party was going to be quite a show. Leo's engagement party was held at the fanciest hotel in the city. I rented a luxury car for my arrival. As soon as I walked in, all eyes were on me. I hadn't seen Leo in a while. His chest looked... noticeably larger. When someone pointed it out, he puffed up with pride. "It's muscle, idiot! What do you know?" When he saw me, he rushed over. "Where's my future brother-in-law?" "He had something urgent come up. Couldn't make it." He lowered his voice. "Did the money arrive?" I nodded. Leo beamed and ran off to brag to someone else. After the usual engagement rituals, the two families sat down to officially discuss the money. Chloe's mother addressed my Mom: "We originally wanted a hundred thousand. Chloe's our only daughter, after all. But she felt bad for you, knowing you raised two kids alone, so we agreed on fifty thousand." Mom, despite being prepared, still tried to haggle. "Fifty thousand... isn't that a bit much?" The other side bristled. "Too much? Your daughter supposedly landed two million! We're only asking for fifty thousand! That's more than fair! Are you serious about this marriage or not?" Leo got anxious too, nudging Mom. "Mom!" Mom immediately backed down and told me to hand over the money. With both families watching, I took out a bank card. Just as I was about to hand it to Chloe's mother, I pulled back. "Auntie, we can give you the money. But there's one condition." Chloe's mother frowned, clearly annoyed, but the prospect of cash kept her polite. "What condition?" "The baby Chloe's carrying must be a boy. After all," I said, locking eyes with her, "my brother is dying. Mom can't spend her retirement savings on a baby girl who won't carry on the family name!"

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