Chapter 2

When Evelyn and her family heard me, instead of feeling guilty, they turned around and blamed me. "Cynthia, what's wrong with you? We're family, and you want to separate us? You're all alone, just take the bus by yourself," Evelyn said.

How could she even say that? I shot back, "Evelyn, get this straight. This is my car."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "When you marry someone, you marry everything that comes with them. You married my brother, so everything you have is ours now."

Her husband, Bobby Johnson, chimed in, "Exactly, Cynthia, your car is our family's car. You're the only one going back, so just take the bus. We'll look out for each other."

They were so bold about taking my car and kicking me out of it. It was unbelievable. My anger flared, and I snapped, "My car is mine, and it's got nothing to do with you! Don't flatter yourselves.

"Anyway, my car can only fit four people, so you can sit or not, it's up to you."

With that, I slammed the car door shut and was about to leave.

But Evelyn blocked the door with her hand, and in the process, she somehow managed to pinch her hand badly. She cried out in pain and ran straight to her husband.

Her entire family turned on me, pointing fingers. "Cynthia, what did you do? You hurt Evelyn!"

Seeing her hurt, I did feel a little guilty, so I apologized. "Sorry, Evelyn. I didn't notice your hand when you put it there."

But instead of being grateful, Evelyn turned on me, spitting out, "Cynthia, you've been married to my brother for how long, and you still don't respect me?"

Then she grabbed me and pulled at me. "Get out. We're taking this car."

She really had no shame. I shoved her away. "Evelyn, stop overstepping."

The two kids, seeing the struggle, rushed over and kicked me. "Don't hurt our mom!"

Though they were just kids, their kicks were surprisingly strong, and one hit me hard enough to leave me in pain. I couldn't take it anymore and shouted at them, "You two uneducated brats, how dare you lay hands on me?"

Bobby immediately stepped in, blocking the kids and pulling me out of the car, shouting, "Cynthia, what the hell is your problem?!"

I put my hands on my hips and shot back, "If you can't control your own kids, then it's up to me to teach them some manners. They're already learning to hit people at such a young age."

Evelyn stood by, clapping and cheering them on. "Good job! These are my kids, after all. See? Your aunt deserved it. She has no respect."

After hearing their mom's encouragement, the kids got even bolder. They grabbed me and said, "Get up. Let Dad drive the car."

They were so strong for their size, and I refused to let go of the car, shouting, "Is there no law anymore? This is my car!"

Evelyn jumped in to help, and together with the kids, they pulled me out of the car. She shoved me so hard that I landed on the ground, hurting all over. I couldn't get up.

Seizing the chance, the whole group hopped into my car, started it up, and sped off, leaving me sitting there, stunned and in pain.