Chapter 4

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!"