Chapter 3

I stood there, watching my car drive off into the distance, my face burning with anger. Slowly, I managed to get up, feeling pain all over my body. I couldn't swallow the humiliation, so I dialed the police.

"Hello, I need to report a theft. Someone took my car. The license plate is..."

The police immediately intercepted the car at a highway exit.

Evelyn was completely stunned when they stopped her. After the police explained the situation, she glanced at me, who was standing there with a cold expression.

Evelyn's anger flared up, and in front of the officers, she lunged at me, shouting, "Cynthia, you bitch, how dare you call the police? Don't you have any conscience? I'll beat you to death!"

Thankfully, the police pulled her away in time.

I hid behind the officers and said, "Officers, you saw it, right? They didn't just steal my car. They tried to hit me."

The police gave Evelyn's group a stern reprimand. "What do you think you're doing? You're trying to hit her right in front of us?"

That was enough to calm Evelyn down. She quickly started explaining, "You misunderstood, this is my brother's wife. We're all family. Don't listen to her. She's just being unreasonable. We're in a rush to get home. Please let us go."

The police asked, "Is that true?"

I nodded and added, "Yes, they're relatives, but they did steal my car. They dragged me out of the car and even tried to hit me."

I rolled up my sleeves and showed them the bruises on my arms and neck.

We were all taken to the police station for questioning. Even though they were family, I refused to forgive them and demanded compensation.

When Evelyn heard that, she exploded. "What do you mean compensation? Your money is the same as my brother's money. If I pay you, I'm just moving it from one pocket to the other!"

But I stood firm. "So what? You deserve it. You stole my car and even hit me.

"If you don't pay, you'll be going to jail."

Evelyn gritted her teeth and hissed. "You bitch, you wait. I'll pay today, but you'll regret this. Let's see if my brother still wants you."

I scoffed, "Pay up."

I was certain that my husband, Keith, would stand by me. We've always had a strong relationship since we got married.

Evelyn's colleagues kept complaining, "Why does it always cause so many problems when I take your car? I'm not paying for this. Don't drag me into your family drama."

Evelyn didn't have much to say and reluctantly handed me 20 thousand dollars.

Once we left the police station, I rushed to get my car back and head home. But Evelyn stood by, glaring at me.

I shot her a warning glance. "If you touch me again, the compensation won't just be this amount."

With that, I got into my car and drove off, leaving them all behind, stomping their feet in frustration.

The delay on the road had eaten up a lot of time, and by the time I got home, it was already dark.

I knocked and entered, only to find my husband, Keith, waiting for me with a dark face. The moment he saw me, he started questioning, "I've been calling you non-stop. Why didn't you answer?"

I pulled out my phone and realized it was completely dead.

I was exhausted from the day, so I pouted and hugged him. "My phone died. You have no idea how hard it's been for me today."

Instead of comforting me, my husband shoved me away and scolded, "Tell me, what good did you do today?"