I was livid and confronted him, only to be chastised: "How can your thoughts be so dirty! My big brother isn't here, it's only natural for me to help my sister-in-law." I raged, then laughed bitterly. "Natural," he said. I immediately sent the scene I had just recorded to his elder brother, who is out of town and is a walking powder barrel. 1 "My wife is being utterly unreasonable and picked a huge fight with me. Any advice, internet? I want to teach this woman a lesson." Late at night, when I scrolled past this post, my heart skipped a beat. Because today, when I got home from work, the sight that greeted me as I opened the door was my sister-in-law. "What are you two doing?!" I demanded, my pupils constricting in disbelief, my voice sharp with accusation. What the hell? What were they doing? Being intimate right under my nose?? "Oh, Riley, you're back? Your sister-in-law was crying in pain just now, and your big brother isn't here, so I had to help her out." Ben Carter looked up at me, nonchalantly. My sister-in-law, Clara Thorne, chuckled awkwardly, pulling her clothes back down. "Oh, bless you, Ben. Your brother is useless, you know. He couldn't even make it back when I was giving birth." Listening to their explanation, a mix of fury and indignation surged through me. "And what about Adam working his fingers to the bone out of town? Does he know his own brother and his wife are doing this?" "Oh, heavens, what a terrible thing to say! How could you think that of us?" My sister-in-law immediately burst into tears, and my nephew, Liam, next to her, started crying too. SLAP! Ben's face flushed. He sprang up abruptly, his hand raised high, and delivered a powerful slap across my face. I was caught off guard, instantly knocked to the floor, my cheek burning, my ears ringing. Tears of humiliation welled up in my eyes. It was the first time he had ever laid a hand on me! He used to be so careful that if I even scraped my hand, he'd gently apply antiseptic, carefully blowing on my palm. But how had he become like this? "That's a lesson for you! Don't let me hear you say another insulting word about Clara!" Ben glared down at me, lecturing. Then, he picked up the crying child and followed Clara into the bedroom. He didn't come into our room until late that night. He roughly pulled me into his arms, coaxing, "I'm sorry, Riley. I lost my temper today. Sigh, it's just... Clara's all alone here, and I was only trying to help. Besides, Riley... seeing Liam, I envy it too." Hearing his words, my anger instantly dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of guilt. I knew he had always wanted children, but due to my health, we hadn't been able to have one. Sigh. Late that night, my mind racing, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It was then I coincidentally stumbled upon that online post. This post... it sounds exactly like something Ben would write. Suspicion gnawing at me, I instinctively clicked on it. Countless comments flooded the screen: "Holy crap, if this were my husband, I'd die of rage. Don't you know there are boundaries between men and women? Especially with your sister-in-law!" "As a man, I think it's nothing. Brother and sister-in-law are family. If big brother isn't there, isn't it right to take care of sister-in-law? She's being unreasonable, he just didn't hit her hard enough." "Pah! You people are shameless. You wouldn't be doing anything with your sister-in-law, would you?" ...The thread's popularity soared. The original poster finally spoke: "What do you know? My sister-in-law is all alone here, and my big brother is out of town. She has no one else to turn to. Besides, my wife is just a barren hen. Who would want her if I left?" My entire body trembled uncontrollably as I read. The loud snoring beside me only fueled my irritation. I wanted to turn and strangle Ben, who was peacefully sleeping. I can't get pregnant, and it's because of him! It was a while ago. I had just gotten a positive pregnancy test. We were overjoyed, eagerly planning a comprehensive check-up at the hospital. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Halfway there, a fierce storm erupted. Just then, Clara called. "Ben, I think I have a fever. Can you come over?" "Yes, I'm on my way," Ben agreed without hesitation. He then turned to me. "Riley, you go ahead by yourself. I'll pick you up later." Despite my immense reluctance, I couldn't say anything more. I simply got out of the car. Unexpectedly, as I stepped out, my foot slipped, and I fell to the ground. Ben, however, sped off, completely oblivious to my cries of pain. That's how we lost our first child, and my body was left with a lingering illness. "Riley, why aren't you asleep yet?" Ben suddenly woke up, interrupting my painful memories. I suppressed the turmoil in my heart, speaking to him as if nothing were wrong. "It's nothing. Going to sleep now." After all, I couldn't be 100% sure this post was actually him. What if it was just a coincidence? For now, I needed to observe and plan carefully. "Riley, go wash Little Leo's diapers." My sister-in-law's command reached me the moment I opened the bedroom door that morning. "I've made plans to go shopping with friends," I replied, refusing. In the past, I had pitied her, alone and vulnerable here, with Adam constantly working out of town. I often bought groceries and clothes for her. I even agreed to Ben bringing her home to live with us after she gave birth. But it seemed she hadn't grasped the reality of the situation? She thought my help was a given, and now she was ordering me around with utter ease. "Oh, my life is so hard! All alone with a child, and even getting help to wash a diaper is difficult. I know you look down on me. I'll go! I'll take Little Leo and leave right now!" My sister-in-law started crying again. Wiping her tears, she picked up Little Leo, feigning a departure. In the past, I would have rushed to stop her. But now, I simply watched her theatrics, arms crossed, my expression cold. Seeing I made no move, she plopped back down on the floor, howling and beating the ground with her hand. "I'll just die with my child! I don't want to live anymore!" This outburst, however, did bring Ben out. Annoyed that his work was disturbed, he emerged from the study, a frown on his face. When he saw his sister-in-law crying dramatically on the floor, he rushed over, helping her up. "Clara, what's wrong? Talk it out. The floor is cold." "She bullied me," Clara accused, pointing at me, crying even harder. "Apologize!" Ben immediately turned to me, his face contorted in a furious glare, commanding me. "Hmph." I suppressed the sting in my nose and sneered at them. So I'm the only outsider here? He seemed to have forgotten. On our wedding day, he had been so excited he couldn't sleep, whispering in my ear all night: "Riley, I love you. Don't worry, if you and my mom both fell into the sea, I'd save you. After all, you're the one I'll spend my life with. I'll always take your side, unconditionally." Is this what he calls taking my side? I snatched my bag, pushed past them, and ran out the door, fearing my tears would fall the next second. Once outside, I checked my phone and saw the post had been updated. "My wife, that nasty woman, is getting more and more disobedient. If it weren't for her good family background, why would I have married her? My sister-in-law is so much better, understanding and fertile. And she has plenty of milk. Don't even ask, I had it once and wanted more, hahaha... I hear it's good for beauty too." This update made the post's popularity explode even more. Netizens: "Holy crap, I'm jealous. I want to taste it too." "Your wife is so pathetic. A disgusting man like you deserves to die!" "Go away, go away, what do you know? There was too much milk, it would have been a waste not to drink it." ...My eyes burned with a fierce dryness. My family's financial situation was indeed good then, but Ben was the best of all my suitors. He'd bring me an umbrella in the rain, food when I was hungry. Every day, come rain or shine, he was there. Coupled with his handsome looks, I quickly fell in love, marrying him against my family's wishes. In just a few short years, everything had changed. His constant favoritism towards Clara, and their ambiguous closeness, had forced me to face reality. "Wasting milk" was just a twisted excuse for his perverse desires. Torture and agony festered in my heart, pushing me to the breaking point. I raised my tear-streaked face, gazing at the bustling street. My eyes gleamed with a cold, ruthless resolve. A brilliant counter-attack plan began to form in my mind.
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