The Ride of Ruin - A Sister in Law’s MisadventureChapter 1
I intervened to stop my sister-in-law, Nicole, from her obsession with night riding in Alba City. Despite my well-meaning intent, she retaliated by recording a video and posting it online, berating me for stifling her "passion and dreams."
Her fiery words cast me as a villain, a destroyer of youth and freedom. When her emotions escalated to threatening suicide, I became, in her eyes, the root of all her suffering.
For a time, I carried the weight of guilt and public censure. Strangers' judgment loomed heavily and those closest to us watched silently.
But when everyone assumed I would continue opposing her whims, I decided to take another route. I mustered a smile and said with feigned enthusiasm, "Nicole, I will go with you."
She froze, confused, unable to detect the edge in my voice. How could she have known this offer marked the beginning of her torment?
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In the living room, Nicole erupted in a tantrum. Her voice pierced the air as she demanded money for her next escapade, slamming my supposed interference. "What right does an outsider like you have to dictate my life?" she yelled, her face flushed with rage.
My parents-in-law stood to the side, silent and impassive, their faces showing neither judgment nor support.
Her shouting tested my patience and I finally snapped, scolding her for her entitled behavior.
That only fueled her fury.
Nicole spun on her heels and turned her ire back at me. Her slender fingers brandished the phone I had bought her and she sneered, "Maybe everyone online would like to see the real you."
I dismissed it as a hollow threat, a weapon of frustration.
Yet, to my dismay, she followed through.
Her viral video painted me as the villain and with it, my personal information—my phone number, WeTalk account and even my professional credentials—were leaked to the world. My phone buzzed incessantly with hateful messages, vile attacks from faceless strangers.
[Just a sad old hag jealous of her young and beautiful sister-in-law!]
[She’s even too old to be with her husband. What a joke!]
[Parents like her are better off dead!]
The deluge of comments swirled on my screen, each one striking like a whip. My head spun and nausea clawed at my stomach.