I picked up my phone and confirmed it again. I realized that I had been blocked.
It made sense. She wouldn't complain about me in front of me.
"Ellia, I want to use your phone."
Hearing this, Ellia handed her phone to me without saying a word.
I clicked on Rebecca's Instagram and found that I had been mentioned frequently in her posts.
However, she was complaining about me all the time.
"How terrible it is to have a bossy sister-in-law."
She complained about how my preparing everyday nutritious breakfast for her during her pregnancy affected her sleep. I did that because I knew she had some stomach problems.
"My sister-in-law always interferes in my business. Can she shut up? Bitch!"
In this post, she complained that I asked her not to drink with her friends during her pregnancy. I did so because drinking was not good for the child.
...
The last sentence of the complaint was a vicious curse.
"I hope my sister-in-law will die this year. The earlier, the better. Everyone, please help me pray!"
Reading it, my eyes went black and the phone fell onto the table.
I didn't expect that Rebecca, whom I treated as my own sister, would hate me so much.