After My Vicious Sister-in-law Bullied MeChapter 1 Aren't You Ashamed?

During my university years, I was always engaged in social media.

After graduation, I didn't go out to work.

I set up a studio and worked from home.

But after staying at home for two months, my brother's wife, Jessica, started giving me a hard time.

"I've never seen anyone graduate and then stay at home sponging off their parents. Aren't you ashamed?"

I ignored her and heard her call me out by name. "Lydia, if you want to stay here, that's fine. From next month, the rent is 1,500 dollars, the food cost is 2,000 dollars, and utilities are extra."

I sneered.

She lived off me, yet she dared to act high and mighty!

The day I returned from a trip, I found all my belongings piled messily in the yard.

Jessica, walked out of the house and rolled her eyes at me.

I looked at my scattered things, including a vintage lamp I had painstakingly collected, now shattered.

I shouted, "Mom, who threw my things out?"

My mom, Mary, peeked out from the second floor and, seeing me in the yard, hurried down.

"Lydia, no one threw out your things."

I frowned, puzzled by the mess in front of me.

"If no one threw out my things, then what is this?

"They were perfectly fine in my room. Why are they here?"

Mary looked at the house and then back at me, hesitantly saying, "No one threw them out... We just... needed to clear a room."

"Clear a room? Clear my room?"

Mary looked away and nodded reluctantly.

"Jessica's sister is coming to attend college here. She won't stay in the dorm; she'll stay with us."

I laughed in disbelief. "So you want to clear out my room for her?"

Mary stayed silent, not saying a word.

I was trembling with anger.

Seeing my mom like this, I held back my frustration.

"There is another room. Why can't she stay there? Why does she have to kick me out?"

Mary just lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes.

It seemed like I was the one being unreasonable, like she was the one being kicked out, not me.

Jessica stood by the door, scoffing and sarcastically saying, "I've never seen anyone graduate and then stay at home sponging off their parents. Aren't you ashamed?"

I bit my tongue and didn't respond. She was not my real sister; conflicts were hard to resolve.

Seeing that I ignored her, she shouted aggressively, "Lydia, I'm talking to you."