When the Flood Comes: I Push the Evil Family Into the Abyss

The moment my sister-in-law, Nina, walked in, she put the few pathetic things she had salvaged from the flood into my room, tossing my clothes onto the sofa.

"I'll take this room. The left one is for Mom and Dad, and the right one is for my son."

I looked pitifully at my mother-in-law.

"Mom, where will I sleep?"

She waved her calloused hand impatiently.

"You're just one person; isn't the floor enough for you? Why are you being so picky?"

In my last life, I resisted. After all, this was my house. Why should I not have a room?

I argued with them, only to be slapped by my mother-in-law.

"Useless thing, taking up such a big house. You've been married for years and haven't even laid an egg. What's the point of keeping you around?"

"Our family doesn't support freeloaders. If you're useless, give the house to Nina. At least she has given us a son for the Field family."

I felt incredibly wronged. It was clearly their son's fault.

I called my husband, who was far away and couldn't come home.

I thought he would comfort me and take my side, but instead, he scolded me coldly.

"You're the eldest daughter-in-law, and a daughter-in-law at that. Why are you arguing with them at a time like this? Take good care of them, or don't blame me for being harsh."

I didn't know it back then, but now I do—he was holding his mistress in his arms when he took my call.

Huh!

Alright, I would see to it that they all end up buried together.

Now, I warmly held Nina's hand.

"Sister-in-law, my house is your house. Feel free to choose any room you like. I have no objections."

She crossed her arms, looking satisfied, and finally left content.