After Greg left, everything seemed to be going in a bad direction and my mood sank deeper. Seeing me saddened by my series of misfortunes, Ryan put his hand on my forehead. “You look pale.
Are you feeling sick again? You don’t seem to have a fever, though.” “I’m fine physically, but you see, your father not only took the car, but also all the money we had saved. I can’t work yet due to my physical condition, and now we have no money.
I’m at a loss.”
“I see. Then I’ll deliver newspapers, and I’ll search the internet to see if there’s any work I can do.” Encouraged by my 10-year-old son, I told myself that it wasn’t the time to be down. “Sorry for worrying you.
I can’t afford to be weak. I’ll change my mindset and try to do whatever I can,” I said, smiling at him. Ryan also smiled back and then said something unexpected.
“Let’s plan how to get the car back from Dad.” “How can we do that?” “The camper van is in your name, right?” “Yes, but what about it?” “Then maybe we can.” Ryan suggested an idea that I couldn’t even imagine. I had never thought such an idea could exist. “Also, I have no idea where your father is.” “Then let’s check on my phone.” A month ago, once when we went hiking as a family, surprisingly, Ryan, who is usually very reliable, got lost.
At that time, we bought a kid’s cell phone on Ryan’s suggestion and installed a GPS app on it, which both Greg and I could access. “With this app, I can see where Dad is in real time, and he’s been moving around a lot.” “Oh, is that so? But what if we find him and he just says something vague and escapes again?” As I pondered this, Ryan smiled and made an intriguing suggestion.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already taken precautions.” “What did you just say?” To my astonishment, Ryan had acted independently while I was in the hospital, achieving something unbelievable. I thought, “I can’t believe such a smart child came from me.” Understanding Ryan’s words, I was simply amazed.
He had even caught wind of Greg’s mistress. “All right. Let’s teach Dad, who betrayed us, a lesson.” “Okay, let’s start the plan right away.” Together, my son and I prepared for that moment.
I thought, “With Ryan by my side, I’m invincible. Bring it on, anywhere, anytime.” Three days later, my phone rang. “Arg, it’s me.
Please, I need your help.” “Oh, who might this be?” “Don’t play dumb. It’s your husband. Obviously, I’m being questioned by the police about you.
At this rate, they might ask me to come to the police station voluntarily. Help me out.”
“Oh, is that so? Just wait a moment then.” I immediately went with my son to where Greg was, and to my surprise, it was a forest park near our house where camping was possible.
Greg was being questioned by the police in front of his car, looking bewildered. Feeling pathetic, I sighed and told the police we needed to have a talk as a couple and asked them to leave for a while. At that time, Greg seemed uncomfortable being watched by the people around us and urged Ryan and me to get into the car.
Inside the car, Greg’s mistress was sitting cross-legged, glaring at us, but that was no longer important. “Sorry about that. Thanks for coming.
But why did the police suddenly show up at my place? I don’t get it.” “That’s because I filed a report about the missing camper van.” “What? Why would you do that?” “It’s obvious, isn’t it?
My car was stolen.”
Greg, foolishly thinking that actions between spouses can’t be criminal, was saying nonsensical things. But the world isn’t that naive, you know. “You filed for divorce, remember?
Forgot? So, we are strangers now. And you’re driving a stranger’s car without permission.
That’s a crime.” Ryan figured all this out. Typical, sharp as ever, that kid. “But I didn’t steal the car.
I just borrowed it for a bit.” “Oh, is that so? Well, I’d like to use my car now. So, could you return it?
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