I picked up my phone and confirmed it again. I realized that I had been blocked.

It made sense. She wouldn't complain about me in front of me.

"Ellia, I want to use your phone."

Hearing this, Ellia handed her phone to me without saying a word.

I clicked on Rebecca's Instagram and found that I had been mentioned frequently in her posts.

However, she was complaining about me all the time.

"How terrible it is to have a bossy sister-in-law."

She complained about how my preparing everyday nutritious breakfast for her during her pregnancy affected her sleep. I did that because I knew she had some stomach problems.

"My sister-in-law always interferes in my business. Can she shut up? Bitch!"

In this post, she complained that I asked her not to drink with her friends during her pregnancy. I did so because drinking was not good for the child.

...

The last sentence of the complaint was a vicious curse.

"I hope my sister-in-law will die this year. The earlier, the better. Everyone, please help me pray!"

Reading it, my eyes went black and the phone fell onto the table.

I didn't expect that Rebecca, whom I treated as my own sister, would hate me so much.

I was my parents' only child, and I had envied others for having siblings since I was a child.

My parents were so busy with their business that they sometimes leave me with the nanny for more than half a year.

Apparently, I was never short of money, and my parents loved me. They would buy whatever I wanted.

But the only thing I wanted was company, which they could not afford.

So I had been looking forward to a little sister.

Then my mother got pregnant, but she had an abortion because of overwork. The abortion also made her hard to get pregnant again.

My dream to have a sibling was shattered then.

The second year after I married Aaron, Brad brought his girlfriend, Rebecca, home.

She looked so cute that she was simply my dream sister.

I viewed her as my sister and tried my best to treat her well.

I was willing to buy her pricey face creams I wouldn't buy myself.

I memorized her favorite cosmetic brands and bag brands.

I would take her shopping often.

But why did she hate me so much?

Apparently, Ellia knew what I had seen.

She wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. We had been best friends for so many years. I knew what she wanted to say.

She just wanted to explain to me why she didn't tell me that my sister-in-law complained about me.