I Was Banned From The Reunion Dinner

After I went back to Jane’s place with her, I had just sat down on the couch when my phone buzzed.

It was a voice note from Johnson.

“Mindy, come home. Let’s talk. We’re family. There’s nothing we can’t sit down and sort out.”

I stopped the voice message and tossed my phone aside.

Jane handed me a cup of hot tea with her brows furrowed.

“He still has the nerve to act like that?”

“They realized they can’t get any more money out of me. Now, they’re panicking.”

I took a sip of tea. The heat stung my throat, but it cleared my mind.

“No year-end bonus. The supplementary cards are locked. The online loans are only a few tens of thousands. It’s nowhere near enough for them.”

Over the next few days, I replaced my ID and checked into a hotel.

Johnson kept sending me messages. At first, he sounded apologetic. Then, he became impatient and hostile.

[Honey, where are you? Can we meet and talk?]

[Mindy, don’t test me.]

[Transfer the money, or I’ll make sure you won’t like what happens next!]

I did not respond to any of them until he sent his final warning.

[I know which hotel you’re staying at. If you don’t come home, we’ll come get you.]

Of course, I knew he would do it. That same afternoon, I went to see a lawyer.

I showed him everything. My bank transfer records, a copy of the insurance policy, and the online loan applications.

When I left the law firm, it was almost dark.

The lawyer’s words kept repeating in my head.

“Ms. Zimmerman, the evidence you have right now is not strong enough.”

What was I supposed to do?

I walked back to the hotel and was lost in thought. I did not notice the three men standing in the shadows at the corner.

“You’re Mindy, right?” The man in the front had a cigarette in his mouth. He walked toward me with a lazy swagger. “Your husband wants you home.”

My chest tightened. I stepped back and gripped the pepper spray that was in my bag.

“I don’t know you. Move!”

“Don’t push your luck.”

The man behind him suddenly grabbed my arm.

I yanked out the spray and sprayed him in the face.

He let out a scream and covered his eyes.

But there were too many of them. Someone shoved me hard, and I hit the ground.

A foot lifted and was about to come down on me.

“Stop! I called the police!”

Jane’s voice came from a distance away.

The three men cursed and ran into the alley.

Jane rushed over and helped me up. Her voice was shaking.

“Mindy, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

She helped me up. My whole body was trembling.

I was not shaking in fear but in anger.

As I stared at the corner where they had disappeared, the last bit of hope I had about my family fell apart.

They truly wanted me dead.

Back at her place, Jane helped clean my wounds.

The alcohol pad pressed against my scraped skin. I sucked in a sharp breath from the sting.

Then, I laughed bitterly.

“You’re laughing?”

Jane’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m laughing at myself. Even after everything, a small part of me thought maybe I was overthinking things.”

I picked up my phone and called Johnson.

“Mindy, you finally picked up—”

“Johnson, just stop! I’m tired.”

I cut him off. My voice was calm and steady.

There was a pause on the other end. He clearly had not expected that reaction.

I continued as I softened my voice and pretended to give in, “I got promoted. I’ll receive a $1 million dividend bonus after the New Year.

“Let’s get along from now on, okay?”

He went quiet for a few seconds. I could hear him whispering to someone beside him.

After a moment, he said, “Fine. Come home tomorrow night. We’ll settle everything.”

After I hung up, Jane looked at me in worry.

“You’re really going back? That’s dangerous.”

Of course, I was going back.

If I did not go back, how would they carry out their plan?