Part 2 | The Day I Got A Job Offer, Cindy, My Cousin's Wife, Announced She Was Pregnant. She Gave Me Two Options
The Day I Got A Job Offer, Cindy, My Cousin's Wife, Announced She Was Pregnant. She Gave Me Two Options | Part 2 (End)
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| The Day I Got A Job Offer, Cindy, My Cousin's Wife, Announced She Was Pregnant. She Gave Me Two Options | Part 2 |
Part 2 (End part)
I began, "Cindy, Jason, I'm sorry, but you're both mistaken about a few things here." The room fell even more silent. Uncle Mark, who was still red with anger, watched me intently. Aunt Linda, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation, sat with her hands folded, unsure of what to say. All eyes were on me. I took another deep breath and continued, "The truth is, whether you know it or not, this house is mine." Cindy, with an expression of disdain, raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you heard me right, Cindy. I bought this house with the money I received after my parents passed. I paid Uncle Mark and Aunt Linda to take care of them while they were in comas, and after they passed away, all the money, including the money used for the upkeep of this house, came from me."
The shock in the room was immediate. Jason looked confused, as if he had been hit with an unexpected blow, while Cindy's face transformed from smug superiority to a mix of rage and humiliation. She went pale for a moment, her lips trembling, but quickly shifted her expression to something even colder, her eyes burning with pure hatred. "What?" Jason stammered, clearly at a loss. "But Dad, this can't be true, right?" Uncle Mark looked at him, his eyes filled with frustration and shame. He hesitated before nodding slowly in confirmation.
Cindy, still in shock, tried to gather herself, but it was clear she was furious. She opened her mouth a few times, as if trying to come up with a retort, but no words came. I had completely disarmed her. Finally, she muttered, almost under her breath, "So, you're saying this house is yours?" I nodded calmly, "Yes, the house is mine, and the money we've been using to cover expenses here also comes from me." That uncomfortable silence returned, gripping the room. Cindy stared at me with a mix of resentment and contempt. Jason looked completely lost, unsure of where to look or what to say. The night, which had started with celebration, now ended with unbearable tension.
Cindy, visibly trying to hold on to what remained of her dignity, stood up from the table without another word, turned, and marched upstairs, her face twisted with anger. Jason followed after her, still in a daze. I knew this wasn't the end of it. The next morning, I woke up early, still exhausted from the argument the night before. I was determined to move forward and focus on my work. I got dressed, had a quick coffee, and left the house without saying a word to anyone. The tension from last night still hung in the air, and I figured it was better to let things cool off before any more discussions took place.
I spent the entire day at the office, but something nagged at the back of my mind. I knew Cindy wasn't the type to let things go easily. When I finally returned home that afternoon, tired from the day, the first thing I noticed was the eerie silence around the house. It was unusual. Normally, there would be some sort of movement, especially now with Cindy pregnant, but there wasn't a sound. When I tried to open the front door, it didn't budge. My heart skipped a beat. I tried again, but nothing. I walked around the house to try the back door, but it was locked too. That's when I realized something was very wrong.
Suddenly, Cindy appeared at the upstairs window, her face twisted into an expression of pure fury. "You're not taking this house from me!" she screamed before disappearing back inside. My heart sank. I knew exactly what she had done. She had changed the locks while I was gone. It was clear Cindy had decided to fight for what she believed was hers, even if her claim was built on a lie. She wasn't going to accept that the house was mine. With a bitter smile, I looked up at the house, feeling adrenaline pulse through my veins. Cindy could try to kick me out all she wanted, but she had no idea who she was dealing with. I knew exactly what to do. I pulled out my phone and made a quick call to my lawyer. "Hi, it's Sierra. I need you to get the paperwork ready. Looks like we're going to have to settle this the hard way."
The silence on the other end of the line was unsettling. My lawyer still hadn't responded to the voice message I sent, and I was growing more frustrated by the minute. This situation had spiraled out of control, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. Cindy was trying to force me out of my own home, and I wasn't about to let that happen. Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to escalate. I picked up my phone again, but this time I dialed the police. Calmly, I explained the situation: how Cindy had changed the locks on my house without permission and refused to let me in. "Do you have proof of ownership, ma'am?" the officer on the other end asked. "Yes, I have all the documents. The house is in my name," I replied, already pulling up the scanned copy of the deed on my email, ready to show it to them when they arrived.
About 30 minutes later, a police car pulled up to the house. Two officers, both middle-aged men, stepped out and approached me. "Good afternoon, ma'am. We received your call. Can you explain what's going on here?" I laid out the situation, from the argument the night before to Cindy changing the locks without my consent. They listened intently, and one officer asked to see the proof of ownership. I handed him the documents, and he made a few notes before turning to his partner. "Let's talk to her," the other officer said. They walked up to the front door and knocked. A few seconds later, Cindy appeared, her face still flushed with anger. Her expression changed when she saw the police, going from surprise to irritation. She knew things were getting serious. "What's going on?" she asked, feigning innocence. One of the officers calmly explained the situation, making it clear that the house was legally mine and that she had no right to change the locks or prevent me from entering.
Cindy, as defiant as ever, tried to argue. "This is ridiculous! I'm pregnant. I have a baby on the way, and she's trying to throw me out. I'm not leaving this house. It will be ours soon anyway." The officer shook his head, unfazed. "Ma'am, we're not here to argue about the future. What matters is the legal ownership right now. This house isn't yours, and you changed the locks without permission. That's considered trespassing." Cindy's composure cracked. "I'm not leaving!" she shouted, her voice shaking with rage. "This house should be mine, and you can't force me out!" The other officer, who had been quiet until now, spoke up firmly. "You have two options, ma'am. Either you leave the house now, or you'll be arrested for trespassing. It's your choice." Cindy's face went pale. She looked at me, her eyes burning with hatred, but she knew she had lost. Her defiance crumbled, and after a few tense moments, she let out a furious scream. "You'll regret this!" she yelled, her voice full of venom. "I'm leaving, but this isn't over!" She stormed upstairs and I could hear her angrily packing her things. Jason, still at work, wasn't there to witness the scene, but I knew he'd be livid when he found out. Still, I didn't care. Cindy had crossed the line.
A few minutes later, she came stomping down the stairs, a suitcase in hand, her face twisted in rage. She stormed past the officers without looking at me, but before she left, she turned and shot me one final look of pure malice. Without another word, she walked out the door. I stood my ground, refusing to let her words get to me. I knew I had done the right thing. After the police left, I stood in the living room, finally feeling the weight lift off my shoulders. Cindy was gone, and she wouldn't be coming back. In the weeks that followed, Jason tried to reach out multiple times, but my decision was made. Cindy was never setting foot in my house again, even when their baby was born. I held firm. Cindy had shown her true colors, and there was no way I was going to let her back into my life or my home. Eventually, Jason and Cindy gave up. They found another place to live, and I moved on with my life in peace. From that day forward, my home was truly mine again, and I never let Cindy cross that threshold ever again. Do you think I did the right thing?
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