Blurb：
In a world doomed by the 3I Atlas asteroid and other celestial threats, a mother’s love turns to vengeance. After losing her daughter Daisy and husband David to the cruelty of her stepson Malcolm and his savage parents, she awakens back in time—to the day the apocalypse was confirmed. Now, with memories of betrayal and starvation haunting her, she must confront Malcolm’s blind devotion to his biological parents, who once abandoned him. As acid rain falls and temperatures plummet, she holds the power to change fate. But will she save her family or let history repeat itself in this gripping tale of survival, revenge, and the harsh truths of the apocalypse?
Content：
The news reported about the 3I/Atlas and several other massive meteors and comet hurtling unstoppably towards Earth.
Experts predicted the impacts would trigger a global catastrophe, pushing society to the brink of collapse.
My stepson, Malcolm, complained that his biological parents out in the countryside wouldn’t survive the apocalypse.
He was stubborn, throwing a fit about going to see them.
All I worried about was his safety on the road.
So, giving in to his pleading, I sent our driver to bring his parents here to my place.
But the asteroids hit early then we expected, triggering a chain reaction.
First came the violent earthquakes.
Then, skies was choked with dust clouds, which the temperatures plummeted
into deep freeze.
Acid rain poured down relentlessly.
Our family was trapped inside my reinforced house.
Food was running low, but rationed carefully, it could last us a while.
But Malcolm’s parents?
They acted terrified of missing a single bite, stuffing themselves until they burped at every meal.
Watching the bin can shelf hit bottom, his parents snapped.
Like animals, they grabbed me.
Complaining that my three-year-old daughter, Daisy, was crying too loudly, they just… killed and ate her.
Then throw her left body outside the window.
Into the freezing, radiation-filled hellscape outside.
My heart shattered.
Then they stabbed me in the arm, forcing my husband, David, to go out and find food for them.
The three of them—Malcolm and his parents—screamed insults at me.
They blamed me for their lack of food, saying it was my fault for bringing them here.
Little did they know, their rural hometown had been flattened by the first asteroid’s shock wave!
My dear and kind husband David, terrified they’d hurt me again, eyes red, turned and grabbed a hazmat suit.
He walked out.
Through the reinforced window, I watched him stumble, not far at all, before a collapsing wall, shaken loose by tremors, buried him alive.
Malcolm’s family just yelled, “Hell yeah! What a show!”
Malcolm spat words of thanks me for raising him up, but refused to share any more food with me.
Malcolm chose to lock me in the storage room.
To starve me to death!
In the dead of night, I used a hidden lighter.
I set the supplies and the shelter ablaze.
Took them all down to hell with me!
My eyes snapped open again.
I was back on the day the news first confirmed the asteroids were on a collision course with Earth.
Malcolm rushed up to me, frantic.
“Stepmom! The asteroids are coming! My real parents are out in the country side with nothing! I’m so worried, I have to go see them! I need to take them supplies!”
My eyes focused.
Malcolm was frantically stuffing protein bars, canned goods, and water purification tablets into a suitcase.
I realized it instantly – I’d been sent back.
Back to the day “3I Atlas” was confirmed.
The pain of losing my family in my past life still haunts me.
I swayed and collapsed onto the sofa.
Malcolm saw me, pouted, and shot me a glare.
“Stepmom! What are you just sitting there for? Where did you hide all those emergency supplies and meds you stockpiled? I need to get them to my mom and dad, they’ve never had stuff like this…”
I clenched my fists so hard.
“Back in the days… You were barely a month old,” I said, my voice tight, “when your parents dumped you in the trash bin outside our gate. You real parents that cruel… are they really worth this devotion?”
“Pfft.”
Malcolm snorted dismissively.
“Oh, come on, Stepmom. I get it. You raised me all these years, scared I’ll ditch you and David when you’re old, right? Don’t worry, I won’t. So quit trying to stir up trouble.”
Maybe he saw the look on my face.
He sidled up closer, suddenly sweet, looping his arm through mine – the same arm he’d stabbed me to death last time!
“Stepmom… How could I betrayed you and Dad, who brought me up? We’re family! Forever! But the end of world is coming! The country side has nothing. I’m scared they won’t make it. We have plenty of supplies in our house, right, Stepmom?”
I shot up off the sofa, smoothly pulling my arm free.
“You’re right, sweetheart. Stepmom will go down to the basement and pack you lots of good stuff. You get ready to head out to the countryside.”
Malcolm looked pleased and tried to follow me.
I gently pushed him back onto the sofa.
“The basement’s dusty. You wait right here.”
I caught the eye of Mrs. Agnes, our housekeeper.
She’d worked for us for twenty years, watched Malcolm grow up.
Walking towards the basement, Mrs. Agnes frowned deeply.
I asked her what was wrong.
She hesitated, then spoke haltingly.
“Ma’am, forgive me for speaking out of turn, but Malcolm… he’s been spoiled his whole life. Where’s his gratitude? He wants to run back to the parents who abandoned him, taking your expensive emergency supplies? All that good stuff? Are you really giving it to him?”
My stepson was an ungrateful bastard!
How could he?!
Last time, my heart ached for the boy I’d raised up.
I was terrified of the dangers out there, him traveling alone.
So I swallowed my own hurt feelings, gave him what he wanted, brought his parents here.
Only, it wasn’t just his parents who showed up.
They also brought their two grown sons in their twenties too!
The moment they arrived, the first asteroid impact hit.
Massive earthquakes.
Internet and power died instantly.
Then the global climate went haywire – acid rain, deep freeze – trapping us inside the shelter.
Society collapsed completely.
Security in our gated community vanished, everyone ran home.
That Malcolm family?
They had guns.
They took control of our house.
David, my daughter Daisy, and I were locked in the basement.
Only brought upstairs when they needed us to cook or fix something.
Malcolm happily joined their team.
His eyes, when they met mine, were utterly cold.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” he sneered.
“Isn’t this how I’ve lived in your house all these years?”
It wasn’t true!
Not at all!
I treated him like my own son!
From the day we took him in, I never let him suffer!
“Don’t give me that look! And stop saying nonsense like, ‘you and Daisy are my precious babies’ crap!”
he spat.
“I know you’ll leave everything to her! I was just a dog you played with when you were bored! Now my real parents are here. It’s your turn to be the dog!”
…
My dear husband David, was a college professor, gentle, mild-mannered.
No a match for them.
Malcolm’s words nearly made him pass out.
While the food lasted, it was… manageable.
But when supplies dwindled, and the world outside showed no sign of improving…
That family lost their minds.
They killed my Daisy!
Ate her!
Then stabbed me!
Used my life to threaten David into putting on a flimsy hazmat suit and going out for food.
Held captive, I watched David stumble outside.
Watched a collapsing wall, shaken by aftershocks, bury him alive.
My heart felt ripped to shreds.
I was locked to the basement again.
But I got a chance…
When they weren’t looking, I struck a match.
Set fire to everything.
The supplies, the house.
Took them all with me.
This time?
No way was I letting these bastards inside again!
I would protect my family!
We would survive this apocalypse.
Now, Mrs. Agnes was still trying to convince me not giving more supplies to Malcolm family.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Agnes. Giving all this good stuff to an ungrateful bastard? What a waste!”
Mrs. Agnes, who hated injustice, brightened instantly.
Down in the basement, Mrs. Agnes and I worked carefully.
We opened the high-end canned goods.
We scooped out the gourmet food.
Replaced it with expired beans.
Swapped the high-efficiency water purification tablets for plain salt blocks.
Then meticulously resealed the packaging to look untouched.
We hauled the repacked boxes and bags upstairs to Malcolm.
Malcolm beamed.
“Stepmom, you’re the best! My parents will be so grateful!”
I smiled faintly, taking Malcolm’s jacket from Mrs. Agnes and helping him into it.
“Take it all. Go see your parents. Hurry, before the roads shut down completely.”
Respect his fate!
Malcolm blinked.
“The country’s far. And it’s chaos out there now. How am I supposed to get there?”
I mirrored his look of surprise.
“Malcolm, you haven’t figured that out? Honey, you were packing so intently, I thought you had it all planned…”
Malcolm flushed.
“Well… have Driver Agnes take me in the big SUV. The sturdy one.”
I shook my head.
“Mr. Agnes had a family emergency. He just left.” (He hadn’t. But the moment I woke up reborn, I’d paid off everyone except Mrs. Agnes, gave them time off, and told them to find safe shelter.)
Malcolm scowled, pulling out his phone.
“Unbelievable! Runs off when the world ends? That won’t do! I’m calling him back. I needthat car today!”
I put my hand over his phone.
“No, Malcolm. Mr. Agnes has a real emergency. He can’t come back.”
Malcolm panicked.
“What do I do?! My parents are waiting for me! How do I get there without a car?! Mom, think of something!”
I sighed, feigning helplessness.
“Malcolm, you’re eighteen… If this is what you want to do, you need to figure it out. You can’t always expect Mom and Dad to arrange everything.”
Malcolm froze.
Clearly, for eighteen years, I’d handled everything. He was used to never solving his own problems, just bringing them to me.
Seeing I wasn’t budging, Malcolm rushed over, trying to wheedle.
“Stepmom, fine! Have Dad drive me! The roads are bad, but it’s only a seven or eight-hour drive each way. He can do a round trip and be back by morning!”
I felt ice in my veins, but kept my face neutral.
Asking someone to risk a long drive in the early chaos of the apocalypse?
He truly never cared about the stepfather who’d devoted his life to him.
Just then, David came downstairs, holding Daisy’s hand.
Malcolm opened his mouth to ask him directly.
I cut him off.
“No, Malcolm. It’s too dangerous out there now. Robberies everywhere. I won’t let your father drive alone for hours. I’d be worried sick.”
Malcolm stared at me, disbelief warring with hurt.
“Stepmom?! You’re worried about Dad, but not about me? How am I supposed to haul all this stuff onto a bus? The long-distance lines are shutting down!”
I sighed again, playing the reluctant parent.
“But Malcolm, going to see your parents… that’s yourchoice. We can’t ask your father to risk his life for your decision. He has thisfamily to think about…”
David, confused, asked, “Where’s Malcolm going?”
Malcolm looked down, unable to answer. I explained everything calmly.
David, usually so mild, flushed with anger.
“Malcolm! Why bother with parents like that?! Have you ever wondered why they never visited you, not once, all these years? Why they show up now, just as you turn eighteen? What do they really want from you?!”
Never scolded before, Malcolm bristled.
“They were poor before! That’s why! Now… now the world’s ending! We’re blood! What’s wrong with wanting to be together? Unlike youtwo, scared I won’t take care of you when you’re old, always trying to poison my mind! It makes me sick!”
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