and raised the wedding demand from $25,000 to $120,000
before agreeing to marry her daughter to me.
Yet on the wedding day,
Mrs. Lee suddenly announced to the guests
that the child in Sophia’s belly wasn’t mine.
The guests froze in disbelief.
My parents were respected locally,
and the attendees were all people of status.
No one expected to hear such words at a wedding.
I immediately tried to reason with Mrs. Lee,
asking her not to make such jokes on such an occasion.
But she insisted it was true—
that her daughter had betrayed me.
Embarrassed, I turned to Sophia for help,
but she bowed her head, avoiding my eyes.
Seeing this, many began to believe it.
My father had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer a year earlier.
Knowing I was going to be a father
had given him immense joy.
Hearing Mrs. Lee’s words, and seeing Sophia remain silent,
he believed it completely—
and died of fury right then and there.
The wedding turned into a funeral,
yet Mrs. Lee showed no remorse.
“Come on, it was just a joke! Can’t you handle it?
Your dad already had terminal cancer,
don’t blame us!”
Sophia also defended her mother, saying
Mrs. Lee was only testing my attitude toward her.
Shaking with rage, I pointed at Sophia
and shouted that the wedding was off.
But she only said fine—
the wedding gifts wouldn’t be returned.
I had never met such shameless people.
To defend my father’s honor,
I firmly refused Sophia’s demand.
But she and Mrs. Lee went online,
livestreaming their sob story.
They accused me of abandoning my wife and unborn child,
and claimed my mother had affairs with other men,
which drove my father to his death.
My mother argued back online,
but her address was doxxed,
and while grocery shopping,
she was beaten to death by vicious strangers.
One blow after another left me broken.
On the day I was fired from work,
I stumbled into the street in a daze
and was killed by a passing truck.
After my death,
Sophia used her pregnancy to inherit all of my estate.
But she never cherished the child—
once the inheritance was secured,
she mercilessly ended the pregnancy.
Not only that,
she later complained to Mrs. Lee:
“That family is cursed with short lives.
Thank God I never really married into it!”
Remembering what happened in my past life,
I burned with hatred,
wishing I could tear apart the grotesque mouths of that mother and daughter.
Reborn again,
I vowed to make Mrs. Lee taste the bitter fruit
of her own “joke”!