Symbiotic Curse: My Revenge On The Husband Who Betrayed Me

After being reborn, I chugged ten bottles of poison straight away and jumped into a shark tank.

It was all because, in my previous life, my husband's sister, Finley, was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

She ate and drank lavishly in front of the camera every day, while I was rushed to the hospital for gut-wrenching cramps.

She dressed to the nines, while my body was covered in unexplained, festering sores.

I went to my husband to explain the situation, but he pushed me away impatiently.

"There's a limit to being jealous! Finley is so sick, it's only natural I take extra care of her. Do you really have to put on this act?"

After that, my sister-in-law got even worse, going on a crazy suicide run with her illness, even eating a mango cake she was allergic to.

And I ended up in the hospital from a severe allergic reaction, my life hanging by a thread.

I went for check-ups, but the doctors couldn't find a cause. They concluded it was psychological, driven by my jealousy.

Later, to build an image as an "inspirational cancer-fighting beauty," my sister-in-law started a high-intensity workout livestream.

After she jumped around for three hours straight, my internal organs ruptured and I died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister-in-law announced she was seriously ill.

After my sister-in-law Finley was diagnosed with "leukemia," she used it as an excuse to throw a tantrum about moving in with us, so my husband could take care of her every second.

My mother-in-law, Sophia, was naturally overjoyed and immediately agreed, even bringing her chicken soup that had been simmering for hours.

But the moment Finley took a small sip, my stomach seized up in a violent, twisting cramp, and I couldn't help but dry heave.

As expected, being reborn didn't change the situation.

I wasn't sick, but the intense, chemo-like reactions that should have been Finley's were happening to me.

As I stood there in shock, Finley pushed the soup away in disgust, demanding to eat super-spicy fire noodles.

"Ethan, this soup is way too bland. A sick person's mouth tastes bitter, I just want something with a kick! Please~"

My husband looked at her whining with a doting gaze and sighed helplessly. "Fine, fine, my little princess. What else do you want besides the fire noodles?"

"Yay! I also want mango cake, blue cheese..."

Listening to Finley rattle off a list of junk food, I immediately stepped in front of her.

If I let her wreck her body like this, a single violent vomiting spell would be enough to torture me half to death.

I spoke up quickly, "Honey, Finley is still in treatment. How can you let her eat these irritating things?"

Sophia, standing nearby, had initially thought I'd make a scene about her letting Ethan bring his sister to live with us.

But when she heard me showing so much concern for Finley's health, she paused, stunned, and then immediately chimed in with me.

"Absolutely right! When you're sick, you need to eat light, nourishing food. How can you eat that junk?"

"Ethan, don't spoil Finley rotten!"

But Finley's eyes immediately reddened, and she burst into loud sobs after hearing this.

"Sister-in-law, why are you making things hard for me? I'm just sick and have no appetite, I just want to eat something I'm craving!"

"Are you blaming me for taking Ethan's attention away, which is why you're acting like this? Fine! I'll pull out my IV and stop treatment! Just let me die!"

This was exactly how it had been in my last life.

Ever since Finley got "sick," I started having a series of strange, painful symptoms, so I suspected her immediately.

But because she was a "seriously ill patient" who could put on a pitiful act, my husband didn't believe a word I said.

"Are you jealous that I'm paying a little more attention to Finley, so you're deliberately making up these lies to fool me?"

"There's a limit to being jealous! Finley is so sick, it's perfectly normal for me to be good to her! Do you have to deliberately put on this act?"

From then on, my husband Ethan directly took Finley and moved out, staying by her side to care for her 24/7.

Whenever he found me coming over, he'd chase me away without any mercy.

Several times, when I fainted from violent vomiting outside their door, Ethan would be carefully holding Finley, laughing at my misery.

"Tch, if you're done acting, get lost! Finley is in poor health now, she can't stand seeing an unlucky jinx like you!"

Ethan and Finley lived outside for three months.

During that time, I was hospitalized fifty times for bizarre reasons C vomiting, allergies, unexplained bleeding.

Until later, Finley started a crazy fitness livestream to build her image as an inspirational sick beauty.

After she jumped for three hours, my internal organs ruptured, and I died from massive blood loss.

When I opened my eyes again, I had actually been reborn.

This time, I had to find the key to breaking this situation!

Saying this, I met Finley's now venomous gaze and took the initiative to lower my head and apologize to her.

"Finley, I didn't mean to upset you. How about this, since you want to eat those things, I'll go buy them for you myself."

I said this with my mouth, but my eyes were firmly fixed on that bowl of scalding chicken soup. Since Finley could transfer her pain to me, I was determined to test today if this suffering was only directed at me!

Ethan hadn't expected me to be this reasonable, and the scolding words he was about to say died in his throat.

Even Sophia and Finley nearby were frozen in place.

Before anyone could react, I turned and ran out of the house, heading to a supermarket a few miles away.

When I returned with my arms full of bags, Finley's face was tightly scrunched up.

She checked the snacks in the plastic bags one by one, and spoke with a hint of disgust.

"Sister-in-law, I wanted super-spicy fire noodles. Why did you just buy the mildly spicy ones?"

"And this, I wanted mango cake, but you bought strawberry? Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?"

I completely ignored her complaints. When she was done whining, I pretended to slip and knocked over the bowl of scalding chicken soup beside my hand. Most of the boiling soup splashed onto my hand, which instantly swelled with red, blistering burns. I gritted my teeth against the intense pain, glaring at Finley.

But she was just startled. After dodging away, her face showed no sign of pain. The searing pain in my hand hadn't transferred to her at all.

Just as I was feeling disappointed, a wicked smile played on Finley's lips. "Sister-in-law, it seems you didn't take my words to heart at all, did you?"

She started complaining with feigned grievance. "Oh, it's all my fault. I only think about what I want to eat after getting this sick. I knew you disliked me so much, I shouldn't have bothered with treatment!"

As she said this, Finley began pounding her own chest frantically.

And a sharp, piercing pain immediately shot through my own chest.

She was doing this on purpose!

I suppressed the pain and could only put on a sincere, apologetic expression.

"Finley, I was just thinking of your health. I remember you became allergic to mangoes after falling ill, so I changed the flavor."

"Your health is the most important thing right now. If an allergy caused other complications, that would be terrible. Please, don't be reckless!"

Hearing me say this, Sophia also quickly urged her to stop before going too far.

She even complimented me on the side for being so thoughtful and considerate.

Finley wanted to whine to Ethan for help, but he was also afraid of her health taking a turn for the worse. So he went along with it and persuaded Finley to stop pushing it.

"Riley is just looking out for you. Be good, when you're feeling a bit better, I'll take you to eat whatever you want."

Seeing them being all lovey-dovey right in front of me, I endured the burning pain in my hand and ran to the bathroom to rinse it under cold water. A chill ran through my heart. As expected, this damn transfer was one-way!

And at this moment, my husband Ethan had already cooked the pack of fire noodles for Finley and was spoon-feeding her the strawberry cake, bite by bite.

Luckily, this time I had swapped everything out, and the vomiting reaction wasn't as severe as in my last life.

I also didn't go into anaphylactic shock from the mango cake.

This put my mind at ease, and I shed my exhaustion, returning to the bedroom to rest.

But lying in bed, I couldn't sleep at all.

As long as I didn't figure out what was going on, Finley could control me at any moment.

Just as I was thinking about how to break this deadlock, a violent, churning cramp in my stomach made me vomit violently.

There were even traces of blood and bile in the vomit.

I was hugging the toilet, throwing up until the world spun, carefully trying to recall if I had eaten anything I shouldn't have.

Right then, it hit me. I grabbed my phone and checked Finley's SnapChat story.

I found she'd dared to go out alone to a barbecue stall.

She even posted a video showing off.

"A sick girl's got cravings, so I had to sneak out for some good food by myself~"

In the video, Finley was happily eating with an extra-spicy kebab in one hand and an iced cola in the other.

I've always preferred light flavors, and combined with the violent vomiting, I was already tortured and drenched in cold sweat.

Seeing this, I was so angry I called Finley directly.

As soon as the call connected, Finley pretended she knew nothing, speaking in that fake, sickeningly sweet tone.

"Oh, sister-in-law, why aren't you asleep this late? I'm still out having barbecue. If there's nothing important, don't bother me."

"Also, please keep it a secret from your mother-in-law~ You know how she is, she's just so overbearing."

Before she could finish, I growled in a low voice, "Finley, what on earth have you done to me? Why, after you got sick, has all the pain been transferred to me?!"

But Finley on the other end deliberately ignored me, even ordering a few more skewers of insanely spicy beef kidneys from the owner.

I gagged and vomited uncontrollably, my whole body so weak I was trembling.

Finley acted like she didn't understand a thing. "Sister-in-law, do you have a persecution complex or something? What could a sick person like me do to you?"

"Could it be that you saw me getting sick and want to fight for Ethan's attention, so you're deliberately putting on a pity act?"

"In that case, as long as you admit you're just acting, I'll stop eating."

Hearing her deliberately order more greasy, spicy junk food, my stomach convulsed. I could only cry and admit it.

"Fine! You're right! I am acting! I'm begging you, please stop this madness!"

Who knew, the next second, my husband Ethan's furious voice boomed from the other end. "Riley! You've utterly disappointed me!"

With that, Finley laughed loudly and hung up the phone.

After another violent bout of vomiting, I mustered my last ounce of strength and called 911.

Luckily, the ambulance arrived quickly. After being unconscious for 8 hours, I finally woke up.

This time, I had vomited so violently and excessively that I was hospitalized for dehydration and shock.

But the doctor looked at my chart, utterly unable to find any cause.

"We did a gastroscopy, a colonoscopy, blood tests... We haven't found anything wrong. Do you have any idea yourself?"

I didn't answer. I immediately asked the doctor to discharge me and rushed straight home to find the real culprit.

The moment I saw Finley, I put a knife to her throat.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?!"

I was too tired to keep up this act with her, and I glared at her with deadly intent.

"I don't have time for your nonsense. Talk! Why, after you got sick, is all the pain transferred to me!"

Finley looked incredibly wronged. "Sister-in-law, what are you talking about? You don't really have a persecution complex, do you?"

I pressed the knife closer. "Drop the act! Talk!"

Finley screamed in fright. "Okay, okay, I'll talk! I'll talk!"

But the next second, she switched back to an innocent victim act and cried out, "Ethan, help!"

Ethan had actually snuck up behind me while I was distracted. He snatched the knife away and kicked me square in the chest.

"Riley! You dare touch Finley? Do you want to die?!"

Sophia also rushed forward and slapped me hard across the face.

"Damn it, you bitch! And to think I thought you were finally being sensible. You were just holding back for this dirty trick!"

"You dare lay a hand on Finley?! I'll beat you to death!"

Ethan and Sophia immediately called the police, saying they had to teach me a lesson.

Facing the officers in the room, Ethan directly played the recording from that night he spent with Finley at the barbecue.

"Officer, my wife insists Finley transferred her illness pain to her, but listen for yourselves! She clearly admitted it was all an act! She's just jealous of Finley!"

"Today she even dared to threaten Finley with a knife. A woman this vicious, you need to take her away now!"

The police were initially skeptical of Ethan's story, but when they clearly heard me in the recording saying:

"Fine! You're right! I am acting!" Their expressions changed immediately. They put me in handcuffs.

And one of them warned me sternly, "Making such a scene just because of jealousy! This is absolutely ridiculous!"

I struggled desperately, trying to explain, but from the corner of my eye, I saw Finley, smiling as she started eating a chunk of mango.

Instantly, a severe allergic reaction hit me like a pair of giant invisible hands, strangling my throat tight.

My limbs began to convulse uncontrollably, my vision going black. I could only look to the crowd for help, trembling.

But Ethan just sneered coldly, without a care.

"See, officers! This bitch is acting again! You can be our witnesses today!"

I clenched my fists tightly, forcing myself to stay conscious with my last breath, and lunged into the arms of a nearby female officer.

"I'm not acting... Please... Please, take me to the hospital."

The officer looked at my pale face and finally realized something was wrong. She quickly moved to help me out.

But Ethan and Sophia blocked the way, insisting I had to apologize to Finley first before I could leave.

"If I ever catch you trying to harm Finley again, I'm divorcing you immediately!"

I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up in the hospital again, the doctor was scratching his head frantically.

He couldn't understand why, with all my tests perfectly normal, I had mysteriously gone into anaphylactic shock.

Left with no other choice, he suggested I make an appointment with the psychiatric department.

I gave a bitter laugh and just asked the doctor to prescribe me some sleeping pills and painkillers.

The doctor, at a loss, listened to me, gave me a bunch of pills, and let me go.

The police also ruled it as a domestic dispute and didn't press charges against me harshly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I packed a light bag and decided to go back to my parents' house.

Thankfully, my parents believed me completely. After taking me for every test imaginable with no results, they patiently comforted me and told me to rest first.

I smiled and nodded, agreeing. But suddenly, a heavy, wrenching pain seized my lower abdomen.

It felt like a pair of hands were grabbing my internal organs and twisting them wildly, accompanied by a fair amount of bleeding.

I instinctively searched for Finley's account on social media and saw she had already started a fitness livestream under the banner of "inspirational cancer warrior."

In the video, she was in workout clothes, jumping and bouncing in front of the camera.

[Life is about movement! Everyone, even when you're sick, you have to face it positively and fight the disease with energy!]

Clutching my painfully cramping stomach, I was shaking with rage, wishing I could tear Finley to pieces.

And right then, I received a mysterious phone call.

At that moment, I finally understood what was behind all of this.

In the following days, Finley became an overnight internet sensation with her gimmick of a sick person doing fitness livestreams.

Even though she claimed to be seriously ill, her energetic appearance made many people envious, and she accumulated a huge following.

Many fitness influencers jumped on the trend and connected with her for fitness PKs.

She was delighted to see this and naturally launched a "three-hour fitness challenge" online.

In my last life, it was this challenge that caused my internal organs to rupture and kill me.

This time, I was eating ice cream and watermelon, leisurely watching over her livestream.

The day of the challenge arrived quickly. Her livestream instantly shot to the number one spot in trending.

Finley, in her workout clothes, started bouncing and jumping to the background music.

But just five minutes in, her expression suddenly became strange, and she stopped abruptly.

The comments started to panic, while Ethan and Sophia asked with concern if she was feeling unwell.

But seeing the number of viewers steadily dropping, Finley suppressed her discomfort, shook her head, and prepared to start jumping again.

Who would have thought, the next second, after she jumped and landed, she actually lost control of her bladder in front of over a hundred thousand viewers.

In an instant, yellow liquid streamed down her thighs, completely unstoppable.

And she clutched her own stomach, passing out from the pain.

Watching this scene unfold, I laughed so hard I couldn't straighten my back.

Soon, Ethan's call came through. "What did you do?!"