The Deep Freeze Revenge: Livestreaming My In-Laws' Demise

Tags: Influencer Livestream, Prank Videos, Rebirth Revenge, Apocalyptic Survival My sister-in-law, Chloe, was obsessed with becoming an influencer. Her entire content strategy revolved around livestreaming pranks on me, her sister-in-law. Whenever I showed the slightest resistance, my in-laws screamed at me for being ungrateful and warned me not to stand in the way of her social media stardom. My husband, Brandon, beat and kicked me, ordering me to stop causing drama. Then, just to win a thirty-five-dollar bounty challenge from a viewer, the whole family locked me out on the balcony. I cried, begging Brandon, telling him I was pregnant, pleading with them not to do this to me. Hearing that only made Chloe more vicious. She egged Brandon on, insisting pregnant women had higher body heat anyway and couldn't feel the cold. That very night, the temperature plummeted from ninety-five degrees down to fourteen degrees. The terrifying, apocalyptic deep freeze had arrived. I froze to death on that balcony, completely alive until my heart gave out. Within a month, global temperatures plunged to minus seventy degrees, locking the entire planet in ice. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Chloe decided to launch her influencer career. This time, while I sit in a heated shelter feasting on hotpot and barbecue, I’ll be the one livestreaming their miserable, frozen demise. "Mom, look! This prank video on Maddie blew up! The views are crazy. I need to make way more of these." "Once I go viral and become a top influencer, I'll have enough cash to take you guys out to luxury dinners every single night." In the living room, Chloe waved her phone around, bragging proudly to her parents. Hearing that sickeningly familiar voice sent a violent chill straight down my spine. Even standing under the scorching summer sun, I trembled all over. That bone-deep, gnawing frost was something I could never forget. In my past life, I had frozen to death. I pinched my arm as hard as I could. The sharp sting finally anchored me to reality. I was reborn. Right now, my in-laws were busy praising their daughter, calling her a genius destined for greatness. Then, my mother-in-law, Evelyn, shot me a venomous glare. "You hear that, you useless freeloader? Play along with her videos! If you ruin my daughter's chance to get rich, I’ll ruin your life!" She had said the exact same words in my previous life. Back then, I hated being humiliated on camera, so I pulled Chloe aside privately and begged her to switch her content to something else. Instead, Chloe ran to her parents with crocodile tears, claiming I was jealous and wanted to keep her down. My father-in-law, Richard, blew his top on the spot, calling me a jinx who hated seeing their family prosper. Evelyn pointed her finger in my face, calling me dead weight who dared sabotage her daughter's dream. And Brandon beat me black and blue, warning me never to step out of line again. Later, for a petty thirty-five-dollar donation dare on TikTok, the entire family shoved me onto the freezing balcony and locked the door. Even when I broke down in tears, begging Brandon and telling him I was carrying his baby, none of them cared. Chloe was bouncing on her heels, thrilled. "Pregnant? Even better! Pregnant women don't feel the cold! Brandon, hurry up and lock her out! People are flooding the chat—I'm about to go viral!" And so, they locked me out in the cold. I swore to myself that once the night passed, I would divorce him and terminate the pregnancy. But that night, the temperature plummeted from ninety-five degrees down to fourteen. A catastrophic ice age began in a matter of hours. I pounded frantically on the glass door, begging them to let me back in. My knuckles were bloody, but they kept the door locked tight. Desperate to survive, I hurled my body against the glass until it cracked. Seeing this, Chloe told Brandon to drag a heavy wooden cabinet over to barricade the shattered door. Inside, where the heat was blasting, Chloe wore a tank top, sucking on a popsicle, and giggled at me through the crack. "Maddie, you're pregnant! What cold could you possibly feel?" My bloodied fingers clawed at the wood as I sobbed, "Chloe, please... If I stay out here any longer, your niece or nephew and I will die!" Instead of helping, Chloe aimed her camera right at my face and spoke to her chat. "Guys, see? Pregnant women really are immune to the cold! Look, she's still hanging on!" Her sheer cruelty froze whatever was left of my soul. In the end, my strength gave out, and I died miserably on that balcony, tears freezing into solid ice on my cheeks. Thankfully, heaven showed me mercy and gave me a second chance. Right now, it was still mid-summer, ninety-five degrees outside, with cicadas buzzing loudly in the trees. Not a single hint of the coming apocalypse. Yet in just one week, a single night would drag the temperature down to fourteen degrees. From then on, every day would get colder until it reached minus seventy, plunging the world into total permafrost. The flames of vengeance roared inside me. This time, I was going to settle every single score and personally drag this entire family straight to hell.Hiding my hatred behind a submissive demeanor, I answered Evelyn quietly, "Okay, Mom. I'll do whatever Chloe needs for her videos." Evelyn seemed caught off guard by how compliant I was, but she still snarled, "Then what are you standing there like an idiot for? Don't you know what time it is? Get into the kitchen and make dinner, you useless parasite!" I clenched my fists hidden in my pockets, reminding myself not to blow my cover just yet. I turned around and headed to the kitchen. While dinner was on the stove, Brandon walked through the front door. I had just washed my hands and was pulling out a chair when he kicked me hard in the shin. "Eating? Are you serious? The convenience store shelves are practically empty. Go restock them." Swallowing the pain, I muttered an agreement, grabbed the store keys off the shoe rack, and walked downstairs without another word. When we got married, my parents had gifted me a prime commercial space as part of my wedding settlement. We turned it into a small convenience store. Ever since it opened, not a single person in this family worked a real job. They all lived off the store's revenue. Worse, they dumped the dirtiest, heaviest chores—unloading inventory and stocking shelves—entirely on me. To keep up with household expenses, I worked a day job and spent my nights breaking my back organizing that store. Nobody knew our inventory better than I did. After stocking the shelves, I grabbed some sausages, bread, and drinks, and headed to the back storage warehouse. Once I finished eating, I dialed my parents, who lived out in the quiet suburbs. Hearing my mom's voice through the receiver brought tears instantly to my eyes. In my last life, after I died, my parents called my phone over and over. When nobody picked up, they called Brandon. Terrified that the truth would leak, Brandon used my SnapChat to text them back, making them believe I was still alive and well. Then the deep freeze struck. Desperate, my parents messaged me, asking if I could spare some food because the cold had hit too fast and suburban supply chains were wiped out. Chloe caught a glimpse of the messages and nudged Brandon to squeeze every penny out of them. Together, they concocted a lie saying I had fallen critically ill, even having Chloe wear my jacket to impersonate me in dark, blurry photos. My parents believed them and wired every single cent of their life savings. The moment the money cleared, Brandon and Chloe initiated a FaceTime call. They laughed in my parents' faces, calling them pathetic, brainless fools, sneering that it made sense their daughter was an idiot too. They announced I had frozen to death days ago and flipped the camera to show my pale, frozen corpse lying on the balcony. The shock gave my dad a massive, fatal heart attack right on the screen. My mom's terrified screams echoed until Brandon hung up.Remembering that horror made my voice choke up. "Dad... Mom..." My dad immediately panicked, thinking I was being abused again. He told me he was going to drive over and beat Brandon to a pulp. My mom insisted I get a divorce right now, pack my bags, and come home. I swallowed hard and told them I was fine. In my past life, Brandon and Chloe murdered my parents through sheer malice. In this life, I would never let those two monsters get away with it! Still, I couldn't drag my parents into the mud. They were getting old; they deserved a peaceful, comfortable life. I would handle the rest. They still didn't believe I was okay, so I steered the conversation elsewhere. "Mom, Dad, you need to sign a lease on the house next door to you right now." They were utterly confused by the sudden request. I explained that catastrophic weather was heading our way soon. The house next door had belonged to an eccentric Canadian architect who spent years digging an enormous, reinforced fallout bunker beneath the foundation to store gear and shelter from disasters. When he left the country, he had an agency list it on eBay and local real estate sites, but because of its remote suburban location, nobody had bought it. When the real freeze hit, the temperature would plunge past minus sixty. Food and water were never enough. A fortified, insulated shelter was the only thing standing between life and death. My parents were skeptical about freak arctic weather, especially with ninety-degree heat blazing outside, but they trusted me and promised to do it right away. After hanging up, I booked a local cargo moving van. Under the guise of rotating out expired inventory, I had them secretly haul a massive batch of goods from the store's warehouse over to my parents' property. I had roughly one week before the apocalypse hit. If I hauled out a truckload every single day, I could empty the entire warehouse without Brandon's family ever noticing. This time, my parents and I would sit warmly around a roaring fireplace eating barbecue, watching Chloe's family die in the cold on camera!By the time I finished coordinating everything, night had fallen. As I walked up the apartment stairs, Chloe’s shrill laugh drifted through the door. "Brandon, look! This commenter is just as dumb as Maddie!" I pushed the door open to find a picture of sickening domestic bliss. The three of them were clustered around Chloe, treating her like royalty. Chloe was born when her parents were already late in life, making her the spoiled darling of the household. Evelyn practically worshipped the ground she walked on, calling her her precious baby. Brandon babied her endlessly, swearing he would always be her safety net, and that she never had to get married or work a day in her life. Hearing the door, all four heads turned toward me. The moment Evelyn saw my face, her smile turned into a scowl. "What are you standing there like a statue for, you useless bitch? You scared the life out of me!" Holding her phone up in one hand, Chloe sauntered over with a bowl of fruit salad in the other. "Hey, Maddie! Sorry, we forgot to save you any dinner. Here, have some fruit so you don't starve." I looked at the smug, malicious smirk plastered across her face. In my last life, I had eaten it without a second thought. The salad was packed with mangoes—which I was violently allergic to. My entire body broke out in angry hives, and my throat swelled shut. Meanwhile, Chloe had kept her camera rolling, laughing hysterically at the chat. "Chat, look! The idiot actually ate it! Look at her breaking out!" Evelyn had joined in on the laughter. "Leave it to my brilliant Chloe to put that freeloader in her place." And Brandon had pointed at me, laughing about how hideous I looked. That had been the moment my heart turned completely cold, the moment I decided to divorce him. Except the deep freeze arrived before I could file. Now, if they were willing to torture me for a thirty-five-dollar bounty, they’d do it to anyone for the same price. I decided to run a little experiment. Clutching my stomach, I doubled over. "My stomach hurts really bad. I need the bathroom first." Chloe tried to block me, demanding I eat it right then and there. I pushed past her and bolted into the bathroom, locking the door. Evelyn shouted from the hall, "Lazy pig, always running off to the toilet!" I didn't care. She was about to reap what she sowed. Inside, I pulled out my burner phone and opened Chloe's TikTok livestream. I dropped a fifty-dollar super chat with a customized challenge: *Prank your own mom.* Then I left a comment: *Watching you mess with your sister-in-law is getting boring. Give us something fresh. Prank your mom.* Let's see how much their sacred family bond was actually worth. Sure enough, a second later, Chloe’s ecstatic screech echoed from the living room. "Mom! Dad! Brandon! Look! A huge tip! I'm going viral!" In my past life, when that notification popped up, she had reacted the exact same way. The whole family had cheered her on. Evelyn had clapped her hands raw, bragging about how talented her precious daughter was, so much better than a parasite like me. Now, bathed in that exact same loving atmosphere, Chloe shoved the bowl of mango-laced fruit right in front of Evelyn's face. "Mom, eat this bowl of fruit salad! The bounty dare says I have to prank my own mom." I watched through the cracked bathroom door as Evelyn’s face went completely pale.