Accompanying My Sister-in-law to Work Out, I was Killed by Her FamilyChapter 1

At six months pregnant, my sister-in-law insisted on following social media influencers and doing prenatal workouts.

At the gym, she and the fitness trainer hit it off and sneaked into the locker room for some illicit activity.

An accident happened, resulting in her miscarriage.

She blamed it all on me.

My brother resented me, my mother blamed me and my sister-in-law's family poisoned me, forcing me to fall to my death.

Now reborn, I find my sister-in-law picking out a prenatal fitness trainer and asking for my advice.

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"Hey Daph! Can you come over and help me decide which fitness trainer has more experience? I could really use your expert eye on this!"

My sister-in-law, Juniper Laws, was standing there with her six-month pregnant belly, waving eagerly for me to come over.

I stood there, my eyes as wide as saucers, rooted to the spot as if I’d just seen a ghost.

I pinched myself hard, the sudden sharp sting a jarring reminder that this was all too real.

Wait a minute... wasn’t this Juniper’s parents' house?

Could it be that I had been reborn?

In a haze, it felt like the searing agony of the poison tearing through my organs had happened only seconds ago.

I had been poisoned, my mouth foaming and my body wracked with convulsions, while Juniper and her family moved my limp form and hurled me from the 22nd floor, carefully orchestrating it to look like a suicide.

As my final breath left me, I could almost hear the sickening, sharp snap of my bones breaking.

As my soul drifted out of my lifeless body, I watched Juniper clapping her hands in satisfaction. I turned my gaze to her parents and couldn’t help but think, "Well gee, thanks, Aunt and Uncle! You’re actually cleaning up your own mess!"

When my mother and brother Randal came back and found out about my death, they didn’t shed a single tear.

"Daphne knows she’s the one who caused the death of my precious grandson. She’s so overwhelmed with shame that she can’t even face anyone—she’s off trying to atone for her sins!"

My mother’s icy, cutting words sent a shiver down my spine, cutting through me like a cold wind.

It all began when Juniper asked me to help her book a fitness trainer.

At six months pregnant and restless at home, she was endlessly scrolling through videos.