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Once I got home, I cut off all contact with my ex-husband's family.
Blocked every single one of them.
Since I walked away from the divorce with nothing, there was no property to fight over.
Which meant I never had to see those miserable faces again.
By my estimate, their precious grandson was about to hit the tipping point with his illness.
Cancer treatment costs a fortune as it is.
Not to mention, they've always spoiled that kid rotten.
And Cletus's wife?
Selfish as hell, always blowing through cash like it grows on trees.
They barely scraped together enough for the hospital bills.
At this rate, it's only a matter of time before they lose everything.
They already threw my daughter under the bus—but would they really do the same to their precious grandson?
Not that I care anymore.
After everything, I've learned to treasure this second chance life gave me.
Sera, too—she started off heartbroken, but slowly began to smile again.
Still, I never let my guard down.
I've seen the true face of my ex's family, and I'd be a fool to forget.
And just like I feared, it didn't take long for them to show up at my door.
Barnabas and Imogene were banging like maniacs, screaming before I even opened the door.
"Elspeth Carter, you heartless witch!"
"Get your ass out here!"
"You knew damn well my grandson had kidney cancer—he's in the hospital right now, and you're gonna take responsibility!"
"Open the damn door!"
"Don't you hide in there, I know you're home!"
I looked at my parents.
They were furious, eyes locked on me, worried.
"I knew that family was bad news," my dad muttered.
"But this? This is insane."
The pounding got louder and more aggressive.
Barnabas was going off the rails, with Cletus adding fuel to the fire.
Soon, the noise drew in curious neighbors.
And that's when Imogene started turning on the theatrics.
"Folks, y'all gotta hear this!"
"This girl here—she used to be my daughter-in-law."
"She's the reason my grandson got sick!"
"She lied and said her own daughter had cancer, tricked us into giving her all our savings!"
"Because of her, we missed the best treatment window."
"Then she dumped my son like trash!"
"My poor grandson is dying, and this cold-blooded woman won't lift a finger to help!"
She really laid it on thick, all crocodile tears and sob stories.
And sadly, most people bought it.
They started shouting, turning on me like a mob.
"How could the Carter girl do something so heartless?"
"Seriously, who lies about cancer?"
"She scammed them while their grandson was dying?"
"That's straight-up evil!"
Everyone was talking over each other, throwing blame without knowing a damn thing.
I sat there expressionless, casually snacking on sunflower seeds.
But my parents were livid.
"That's it, I'm going out there to set things straight!" my mom snapped.
I stopped them.
No point in arguing with people who just want drama.
They didn't care about the truth—they wanted a show.
I grabbed my phone and called the cops.
They showed up fast.
But when the cops arrived, Barnabas and Imogene didn't even flinch.
They started yelling louder, dragging the cops into their mess.
"You gotta arrest this whole family!" Imogene shrieked.
"Force ‘em into surgery!"
"My grandson needs a kidney!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
It's true what they say—some people are so shameless, nothing fazes them.
I opened the door and calmly explained everything—
From the beginning to the chaos at my front step.
Some of the neighbors began to look unsure.
Barnabas and Cletus just doubled down, still screaming insults.
Luckily, the cops had common sense.
They listened to both sides and figured out pretty quickly who was lying.
Imogene kept running her mouth, but the cops just looked at me with this tired, almost sympathetic expression.
"Well, ma'am," one of them said, "we're gonna need everyone to come in for statements."
I didn't mind—Sera's healthy and has no kidney problems.
But their golden boy?
Still stuck in a hospital bed.
Realizing their tantrum wasn't getting them anywhere, Barnabas and Cletus gave me the death stare.
Then stormed off, grumbling some lame excuse as they left.
Blocked every single one of them.
Since I walked away from the divorce with nothing, there was no property to fight over.
Which meant I never had to see those miserable faces again.
By my estimate, their precious grandson was about to hit the tipping point with his illness.
Cancer treatment costs a fortune as it is.
Not to mention, they've always spoiled that kid rotten.
And Cletus's wife?
Selfish as hell, always blowing through cash like it grows on trees.
They barely scraped together enough for the hospital bills.
At this rate, it's only a matter of time before they lose everything.
They already threw my daughter under the bus—but would they really do the same to their precious grandson?
Not that I care anymore.
After everything, I've learned to treasure this second chance life gave me.
Sera, too—she started off heartbroken, but slowly began to smile again.
Still, I never let my guard down.
I've seen the true face of my ex's family, and I'd be a fool to forget.
And just like I feared, it didn't take long for them to show up at my door.
Barnabas and Imogene were banging like maniacs, screaming before I even opened the door.
"Elspeth Carter, you heartless witch!"
"Get your ass out here!"
"You knew damn well my grandson had kidney cancer—he's in the hospital right now, and you're gonna take responsibility!"
"Open the damn door!"
"Don't you hide in there, I know you're home!"
I looked at my parents.
They were furious, eyes locked on me, worried.
"I knew that family was bad news," my dad muttered.
"But this? This is insane."
The pounding got louder and more aggressive.
Barnabas was going off the rails, with Cletus adding fuel to the fire.
Soon, the noise drew in curious neighbors.
And that's when Imogene started turning on the theatrics.
"Folks, y'all gotta hear this!"
"This girl here—she used to be my daughter-in-law."
"She's the reason my grandson got sick!"
"She lied and said her own daughter had cancer, tricked us into giving her all our savings!"
"Because of her, we missed the best treatment window."
"Then she dumped my son like trash!"
"My poor grandson is dying, and this cold-blooded woman won't lift a finger to help!"
She really laid it on thick, all crocodile tears and sob stories.
And sadly, most people bought it.
They started shouting, turning on me like a mob.
"How could the Carter girl do something so heartless?"
"Seriously, who lies about cancer?"
"She scammed them while their grandson was dying?"
"That's straight-up evil!"
Everyone was talking over each other, throwing blame without knowing a damn thing.
I sat there expressionless, casually snacking on sunflower seeds.
But my parents were livid.
"That's it, I'm going out there to set things straight!" my mom snapped.
I stopped them.
No point in arguing with people who just want drama.
They didn't care about the truth—they wanted a show.
I grabbed my phone and called the cops.
They showed up fast.
But when the cops arrived, Barnabas and Imogene didn't even flinch.
They started yelling louder, dragging the cops into their mess.
"You gotta arrest this whole family!" Imogene shrieked.
"Force ‘em into surgery!"
"My grandson needs a kidney!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
It's true what they say—some people are so shameless, nothing fazes them.
I opened the door and calmly explained everything—
From the beginning to the chaos at my front step.
Some of the neighbors began to look unsure.
Barnabas and Cletus just doubled down, still screaming insults.
Luckily, the cops had common sense.
They listened to both sides and figured out pretty quickly who was lying.
Imogene kept running her mouth, but the cops just looked at me with this tired, almost sympathetic expression.
"Well, ma'am," one of them said, "we're gonna need everyone to come in for statements."
I didn't mind—Sera's healthy and has no kidney problems.
But their golden boy?
Still stuck in a hospital bed.
Realizing their tantrum wasn't getting them anywhere, Barnabas and Cletus gave me the death stare.
Then stormed off, grumbling some lame excuse as they left.
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