My Nephew Unplugged My Mom's Life Support, So I Ruined His Entire Family

The moment I opened my eyes, reborn, I saw my sevenyearold stepnephew, Leo, reaching his chubby hand toward my mother’s life support plug.

In my past life, he unplugged my mother’s oxygen pump just to charge his gaming console.

My mother suffocated to death, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets in sheer agony, dying in absolute despair.

When I, halfdead with grief, tried to call the police, my husband and his mother locked me in the basement. They starved me to death.

Living this life again, a wave of pure, unadulterated rage consumed me.

Without a second of hesitation, I took a twostep runup, summoned every ounce of strength in my body, and kicked Leo square in the stomach.

Instantly, the chubby sevenyearold flew backward like a ragdoll. His body slammed hard against the solid oak wardrobe, followed by a screech like a dying pig. "Ah!

She's trying to kill me! Help!" My mother lay in bed, her chest still rising and falling, the hum of the ventilator remaining steady.

My hands were shaking—not from fear, but from the adrenaline of relief and dark excitement. Thank God. I made it in time. This time, I wasn’t just going to keep my mother alive.

I was going to drag this entire family of parasitic vampires straight to hell. The bedroom door was kicked open.

My husband, Ethan, and his cousin, Veronica, rushed in, panic written all over their faces. Seeing Leo rolling on the floor, Veronica let out a piercing shriek.

She threw herself over him, cradling him in her arms with hysterical pity. "Leo! My baby! What happened to you?" Ethan’s face turned livid.

He glared at me, raising his hand to slap me. "Chloe! Are you insane? How could you lay a hand on a child like that?" I stared coldly at his hypocritical face.

As his hand swung down, I caught his wrist with pinpoint precision. Then, I swung my other hand and slapped him across the face. Smack! Ethan was stunned.

He clutched his cheek, staring at me in utter disbelief. "You... you dared to slap me?" I shook my stinging palm, looking at him as if he were already a corpse. "So what if I slapped you?

Keep barking, and I’ll kick you out of this house next." Veronica wept fat, pathetic tears, shielding Leo in her arms. "Chloe, Leo is just a child!

What could he possibly have done to deserve such cruelty?" "Look at his stomach—it’s already bruising!

What if he has internal bleeding?" Leo played along, wailing at the top of his lungs while pointing a finger at me. "Evil bitch! I’m going to kill you!

I want you dead!" Ethan, heartbroken by the sight, knelt down to check on Leo. He whirled around and roared at me. "Chloe, you owe us an explanation today!

Otherwise, this marriage is over!" Looking down at the three of them putting on this pathetic show, I felt nothing but disgust.

In my past life, they used this exact same gaslighting routine to brush away a human life as if it were nothing.

I pointed at the ventilator beside the bed, my voice dropping to subzero temperatures. "An explanation?

Sure." "That little monster was about to unplug my mother’s life support." "If I had walked in a second later, my mother would be a corpse right now." "Ethan, she is the one funding your entire lifestyle.

Did you want her dead?" Ethan’s eyes flickered with guilt. But he quickly recovered, raising his chin defensively. "Bullshit! Leo is a good boy.

He would never do that!" "He probably just wanted a socket to charge his toy. It was an accident!" Veronica quickly chimed in, "Exactly, Chloe. Leo is only seven.

What does he know about life and death? He just wanted to play his game." "You kicked a child like this over a power outlet?

You are monstrous!" I scoffed, amused by their audacity. "Play his game?

Charge his toy?" "There are three empty outlets in this room he didn't use, but he just had to unplug the life support?" "He isn't innocent.

He’s rotten to the core." I walked over to the gaming console Leo had dropped on the floor.

It was the latest limitededition Nintendo Switch, a $600 birthday gift I had bought him just last month.

In my past life, I treated them like family, and they rewarded me with a ruined life.

I raised my foot and slammed my high heel directly into the screen. Crack! The screen shattered into pieces. Leo’s crying stopped instantly.

Then, he shrieked hysterically. "My Switch! You broke it! Pay me back! Pay me back!"

Leo lunged at me like a rabid dog, trying to bite my leg.

I stepped aside, grabbed a glass of cold water from the nightstand, and splashed it right into his face. "Cooled down yet?" Veronica screamed as she wiped the water off Leo’s face, glaring at me with venom.

But the hatred in her eyes wasn't the look of a cousininlaw. It was the look of a bitter mistress staring at the legal wife who owned the man she wanted.

How blind was I in my past life? How did I not see the disgusting truth between these two? "Cousin"? "Stepnephew"?

They were his mistress and illegitimate son, kept right under my nose!

Ethan was shaking with rage, pointing a finger at my face. "Chloe, you are completely out of your mind!" "That was a sixhundreddollar console!

You just smashed it?!" "When did you become such a psycho?

Where is the sweet, gentle wife I married?" I leaned back against the wardrobe, crossing my arms with a cold smile. "Sweet and gentle?

I reserve that for humans." "For beasts, I only have slaps." "And don't talk to me about money." "I bought this house. I bought this furniture.

Even the underwear you’re wearing was paid for with my credit card." "I smash what I buy.

Since when does a freeloading parasite like you get to tell me what to do?" Ethan’s face turned the color of a bruised plum. The thing he hated most was being called a golddigger.

Mainly because it was the absolute truth. If he hadn't married me, he would still be delivering UberEats. Seeing Ethan defeated, Veronica immediately changed her strategy.

She clutched her chest, looking like she was about to faint. "Ethan, don't argue with her.

It’s all my fault." "I didn't raise Leo well, and I made Chloe angry." "Since Chloe can't stand us, we will just leave." With that, she grabbed a stillthrowingatantrum Leo and made a show of walking toward the door.

Ethan grabbed her arm, his eyes turning red with panic. "Veronica, where are you going?

This is your home too!" "Let’s see who dares to throw you out!" He whirled around to glare at me. "Chloe, if you kick them out, I will divorce you!" In my past life, the word "divorce" would have made me panic and submit.

But now? I couldn't wait.

I raised an eyebrow, pulled out my phone from my bag, and opened the voice recorder. "Great. Let's divorce." "Let's go to the courthouse right now.

Whoever chickens out is a coward." Ethan froze. He never expected that I, the wife who used to cater to his every whim, would agree so easily. Panic flashed through his eyes.

He couldn't leave me. More accurately, he couldn't leave my money.

His toxic mother was still in the hospital waiting for a kidney transplant, and I was the only one who could pay for the surgery.

Even Ethan’s current job was secured through my father's connections. Once divorced, he would have absolutely nothing.

Ethan’s tough facade crumbled instantly, and his tone softened. "Babe, why are you taking it so seriously? I was just talking out of anger." "We’ve been together for so many years.

How can we just throw it all away?" "Leo is still young.

You’re the adult here, don't lower yourself to his level." He tried to reach for my hand, but I slapped it away in disgust. "Don't touch me.

You make my skin crawl." Seeing this, a flash of resentment crossed Veronica’s eyes. She secretly pinched Leo’s hand.

Understanding the cue, Leo immediately threw himself onto the floor, rolling around while clutching his stomach. "Ow! It hurts! My stomach hurts so bad!" "I'm dying!

Did she rupture my appendix?" Veronica burst into loud wails. "Oh my god!

If anything happens to Leo, I don't want to live either!" "Chloe, this is attempted murder!" Ethan’s anger flared up again. "Chloe!

If anything happens to Leo, I will make you pay with your life!" "Give me the credit card!

We need to take Leo to a private hospital for a full body scan!" "We need at least ten thousand dollars!" Looking at this family of cheap actors, I found it hilarious.

Want my money? Not a single penny. I walked to the bedside, tucked my mother in, and made sure her vitals were stable.

Then, I turned around and pulled a sharp paring knife from the drawer. The blade gleamed under the ceiling light. The room fell dead silent.

Ethan took a fearful step back. "What... what are you doing?" I played with the knife, nonchalantly peeling an apple. "Nothing. Just having an apple." "You want money?

None." "Want a body scan? The public hospital is down the street.

Walk your own asses over there." "If you dare scream in my mother's room again, I won't be slicing apples next time.

I’ll be slicing you." I slammed the tip of the knife hard into the wooden nightstand. Leo let out a sharp hiccup, his crying cut short in his throat.

Veronica didn't dare to make another sound, shrinking behind Ethan, trembling.

Ethan swallowed hard, pointing a trembling finger at me. "Fine... fine, Chloe." "Just you wait!" "We’re leaving! We're going to the hospital to get his injuries documented!

I’m suing you for child abuse!" With that, he scooped up Leo, grabbed Veronica, and practically ran out of the room.

Only when the heavy thud of the front door echoing from downstairs reached my ears did I let out a long breath. The apple slipped from my hand, rolling onto the floor.

I collapsed into the chair, looking at my unconscious mother.

Tears finally streamed down my face. Mom, I'm so sorry. In my past life, I was useless and let you suffer. In this life, I will protect you with everything I have. But this was only the beginning.

Ethan, that pathetic parasite, wouldn't back down. He would definitely try to squeeze money out of me or ruin my reputation.

Since we had already torn off the pleasantries, there was no need to hold back. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Mr. Harrison?" "It’s Chloe.

I want to hire you to draft a divorce agreement." "Yes.

I want him to leave with absolutely nothing." "Also, do a background check on two people for me." "Ethan Miller, and Veronica Miller." Hanging up, a cold smirk curled my lips. Ethan, you care about your reputation and career more than anything, right? Then I’ll ruin them with my own two hands.

The next morning, I was woken up by a violent pounding on my front door.

Ethan was back, bringing his toxic mother, Brenda, who had just finished dialysis, and two uniformed police officers.

The moment Ethan walked in, he pointed at me and shouted, "Officer, that's her!" "That's the psycho!

She abuses children and beats me!" "My cousin’s son is still in the hospital, peeing blood!" My motherinlaw, Brenda, immediately plonked her heavy body onto the floor, slapping her thighs and wailing. "There is no justice!

We welcomed this demon into our family, and now she’s trying to murder us!" "My poor grand... godgrandson! He’s the only boy in our family line!" She almost slipped up.

Panic flashed in her eyes as she glanced at me, then continued her loud wailing. The neighbors, hearing the commotion, began peeking through the doorway.

The two officers looked a bit embarrassed.

One of them looked at me and asked, "Ma'am, did you assault the child?" I calmly adjusted my silk robe and poured two glasses of water for the officers. "Officers, let’s talk with evidence." "He claims I injured the child.

Where is the official medical report? Where is the security footage?" Ethan pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "Here is the medical report! Soft tissue bruising!

And a mild concussion!" I glanced at it.

It was a note from a sketchy, lowend clinic down the street, and even the clinic's stamp was crooked. "I can buy a dozen of these for fifty bucks." "Officers, if you don't believe me, we can go to a state hospital for a proper forensic evaluation." "If I really hurt him, I will accept the charges and pay the medical bills." "But if someone is making false accusations..." I threw a icy glare at Ethan. "...that’s filing a false police report and defamation." Ethan’s eyes darted around, but relying on the crowd, he kept pushing. "Regardless, the fact that you hit him is undeniable!" "A violent woman like you doesn't deserve to be a Miller!" "Give us one million dollars to settle this out of court, or I’ll make sure you rot in jail!" And there it was.

The real motive. One million dollars. Exactly the cost of his mother's kidney transplant, plus the down payment for the luxury apartment he wanted to buy for Veronica.

What a neat little plan. Too bad I wasn't playing along. I burst into laughter. "One million? Ethan, did you get dropped on your head as a baby?" "Forget one million.

I wouldn't even give you a single dollar." Hearing this, Brenda snapped. She scrambled up from the floor, lunging to scratch my face. "You ungrateful bitch!

My son's money is your money!

If we ask for it, you give it!" "If you don't give us the money today, I’ll kill myself right here in your living room!" With that, she actually made a run toward the wall.

This was her classic trick: cry, scream, and threaten suicide. In my past life, I had conceded countless times just to keep the peace.

But this time, I just watched coldly, even taking a step back to give her space. "Go ahead." "Hit it harder." "If there’s no blood on that wall, it means you didn't try hard enough." Brenda hadn't expected me to let her do it.

Halfway through her run, she awkwardly slammed the brakes. Her forehead lightly tapped the wall, not even breaking the skin.

She stood there, frozen, unable to go forward or back, looking like a total clown. The watching neighbors burst into snickers. "Nice acting from the old lady." "Right?

With that buildup, I thought we were going to see a horror movie." Brenda’s face flushed bright red. She sat back down on the floor, kicking her legs like a toddler. "Abuse!

The daughterinlaw is driving the motherinlaw to suicide!" Ethan couldn't handle the embarrassment. He lunged forward to grab my collar. "Chloe!

Are you even human?!" I slapped his hand away with a loud crack. "Keep your hands to yourself." "The officers are watching.

Are you trying to assault someone in front of the police?" The officers, unable to stand the farce any longer, stepped in and held Ethan back. "Sir, calm down.

Please resolve your domestic disputes through legal channels.

Do not resort to violence." "Also, without solid evidence of abuse, we cannot make an arrest." "This is a domestic matter.

We suggest you seek counseling." The police gave them a stern warning and left. Once they were gone, the Millers' expressions turned thoroughly vicious.

Veronica walked through the door, holding Leo. Leo’s head was wrapped in a ridiculous amount of gauze, making him look like a mummy.

The moment he saw me, he shrank behind Veronica, but his eyes glared at me with pure malice. This didn't look like a traumatized child; he looked like a little demon.

Veronica’s eyes were red as she spoke in a victimized tone. "Chloe, if you just apologize and pay for the medical bills, we’ll let this go." "After all, we’re family.

Making a scene isn't good for anyone." "I’m sure you don't want your employees on LinkedIn to know that their boss is a child abuser, right?"