My aunt's favorite pastime? Playing the victim and sowing discord. Every day, she'd badmouth my mom to anyone who would listen, but in front of my dad, she was a fragile, bullied little flower. Eventually, her manipulation drove my parents to divorce. Young and naive, I believed her lies. I grew to hate my mom, becoming a brat who couldn't tell right from wrong under her influence. Meanwhile, she raised her own daughter to be gentle, elegant, and well-educated. Her daughter graduated from a top university abroad and became a famous pianist. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my 8th birthday. An uninvited guest arrived: my mom. My aunt tugged at my sleeve, whispering, "Your cheap mom is here. You know what to say, right?" 1 "Lynn, what's wrong?" My mom asked, looking at me with uncertainty. The relatives around us fell silent. Everyone knew how much I loathed my mom since the divorce. I snapped back to reality, seeing the gift my mom held. Her eyes were full of love and worry. I clenched my fists, trying my hardest not to cry. My aunt seized the moment to hug me. "What could be wrong? Don't you know? You've been out enjoying yourself for years. How many times have you visited the child?" She looked down at me, comforting: "Don't be scared, sweetie. Just say whatever comes to mind!" Her expression was gentle, but her eyes held malice and anticipation. In this moment, I finally realized this wasn't a dream. I had been reborn. After her divorce, my aunt had nowhere to go, so she brought her daughter to live with us. Soon after, my dad was misunderstood as cheating, and my mom left in anger. But somehow, under my aunt's "mediation," the conflict deepened, leading to their divorce. My aunt started badmouthing my mom daily. She said my mom didn't want me anymore, abandoning us to have a son with some other man. She claimed my mom only came back to trick my dad out of money to raise her "bastard" and tried to kick my aunt out multiple times. She played the victim to brainwash me, while behind my back, she found excuses to prevent me from seeing my mom. Over time, I grew to hate my mom and pity my aunt. Thinking back, my mom was the pitiful one. Adopted and treated as cheap labor since childhood. At 18, her adoptive father tried to marry her off to a 70-year-old man. Luckily, he passed away, and she seized the chance to apply for college and escape the village. Meeting my dad in college was her first breath of fresh air. I was her only blood relative in this world. Yet, manipulated by my aunt, I broke her heart time and again. Thinking of this, my blood boiled. Suppressing my disgust, I looked my aunt in the eye and sneered: "Auntie, wasn't it you who wouldn't let Mom see me?" 2 My voice was childish but clear, my expression serious. The relatives at the table were surprised, especially Grandpa. Everyone was used to me resisting my mom; no one expected this reaction. In my past life, my mom came to give me a birthday gift. Incited by my aunt, I smashed the crystal ball she gave me and screamed, "You shameless woman, running off with men! Get out of my house! Don't bully my aunt!" That was the last time my mom came to see me. Soon after, my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and passed away. My aunt naturally became my guardian. She spoiled me rotten, taught me to be unreasonable, lazy, and unable to distinguish good from bad. She encouraged me to drop out for "love," leading me to get pregnant before 18 and marry a divorced man in his 30s. Meanwhile, she carefully cultivated her own daughter, teaching her to be diligent and refined. When my husband beat me until I hemorrhaged, I begged my aunt for $200 to save the baby. The aunt who claimed to love me most sneered, "Forget $200, you won't get $20." I was beaten to death by my husband. It was the mom I had hurt so deeply who held my body, trying to get justice. But my aunt hypocritically advised, "Let it go. She was born bad. She's dead, you're free." She turned around and signed a settlement letter, leading to my mom being stabbed to death on the street by my resentful husband. Reborn, I will never be my aunt's tool again. In this life, I will make her pay! 3 "I didn't! You're lying..." My aunt froze, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Before she could react, I continued in an innocent tone. "You said Mom would only regret leaving if she saw me angry, and only then would she want to remarry Dad." "But Auntie, I haven't seen Mom in so long. I really missed her. Could I not throw a tantrum this time?" The room exploded. Dad stood up abruptly. "Faye, what nonsense are you telling the child? Is this how you raise Lynn?" My aunt's face turned pale, lips trembling. "No, I never said that. Lynn, what's wrong with you? When did Auntie say that?" I put on a confused face and counted on my fingers: "This morning, yesterday, the day before... you say it every day." "Oh no, I lost count. Auntie, don't be mad at me for being dumb." I carefully tugged at her sleeve, looking up at her. Her expression was a mix of anger and anxiety, but she couldn't explode in front of the relatives. "How could I? Lynn is smart, but you can't lie!" She squatted down, staring at me intently. "Good Lynn, be brave and admit when you lie, or Auntie won't like you anymore." I quickly covered my mouth. "Auntie, I was wrong!" A triumphant look appeared on her face. Before she could speak, I smiled fawningly. "I admitted my mistake. So Auntie, you still have to take me to the reservoir to play!" "Reservoir?!" Mom and Dad screamed in unison. "Lynn is only 8! Taking her to a reservoir? Are you crazy?" My mom was furious. "Faye, this is outrageous!" Even Grandpa scolded her. "You're her aunt! How could you do such a thing?" My aunt was scared silly, stammering an explanation. "...It was Lynn who insisted on swimming. I couldn't handle her tantrum..." "Besides, she took swimming lessons. She'll be fine." Ridiculous. I never threw a tantrum; she took me herself. Thankfully, my mom wasn't buying it. She gritted her teeth at my aunt: "If she wants to go, you take her? If she told you to eat shit, would you eat it?" "My daughter survived by luck. Why didn't you take your daughter?" My aunt panicked and reached for me. But being small, I dodged her, crawled under the table, and threw myself into my mom's arms. "Mommy, I'm scared!" Mom hugged me tight immediately, glaring at my aunt. "What do you want?" Back in my mom's embrace, I almost cried. In the past life, you protected me. This time, I'll protect you. 4 My aunt put on her victim face, looking ready to cry. "Brother, during the two years you were fighting, who took her to the dentist? Me!" "I treat her so well, and she lies and frames me. What an ungrateful brat!" "Fine! If you don't believe me, I'll leave!" She wiped a tear, grabbed her daughter, Penny, and made to leave. Now my dad couldn't sit still. "Stop it! We're family, why make such a fuss? Eat first, we'll talk later!" My aunt took the out, throwing herself into my dad's arms and wailing. The scene was incredibly awkward. My mom sneered. "Some family. Treating my Lynn like this? Since that's the case, I'm taking Lynn. I won't disturb your 'family unity'." Dad scratched his head in frustration. "Helen, drop it. Everyone makes mistakes." Mom ignored him, looking down gently to ask if I wanted to go with her. She didn't force me when I stayed silent. instead, she patted my head, told me to take care, and to call her if I missed her. Watching her leave, I apologized silently. I want to! Of course I want to! But not now. My aunt is still squatting in my house. How can I hand over my things to her? My aunt cried until midnight, with my dad comforting her. Seeing me, she looked almost manic. "Why did you lie? Auntie is so good to you, why?" Dad also signaled for me to apologize. "Anyway, your aunt hasn't had it easy these two years. You shouldn't have embarrassed her publicly." I didn't expect my dad to not only gloss over her manipulation but demand an apology. He didn't know the sister he cherished had been eyeing his assets for a long time. In my past life, he didn't die of lung cancer.
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