What's Wrong With This Pregnant Woman?!

The next morning, my neighbor's door opened as soon as I stepped out of my apartment. She cradled her belly and looked like she was about to speak to me. I quickly put on a mask and headed downstairs.

She chased after me.

"Cindy, wait! I need to talk to you!"

I immediately started recording with my phone. "Don't bother me! I'm running late for work!"

Leaping down the stairs three steps at a time, I bolted for my car, started it up, and sped off, leaving her far behind.

As I turned the corner, I glanced back and saw her rushing out after me. It was genuinely terrifying.

Fortunately, I had left early that day. I arrived at work in time to sit and enjoy a calm breakfast.

My coworkers joked and said, "Cindy, you're early today!"

"Trying to climb the corporate ladder now?"

I sighed heavily. "Don't even ask. I've been targeted by a pregnant woman! She nearly scared me to death!"

Their curiosity was piqued, and they all gathered around. "What happened? Spill!"

I explained the situation, and they shook their heads in disbelief.

"Some people are just shameless and persistent."

"No normal person would chase someone's car like that, especially not a pregnant woman!"

"Cindy, maybe you should stop driving for a while. Just listening to this gives me chills. What if she fell while chasing you? You'd be in serious trouble!"

That hit me like a ton of bricks. They were right. If anything happened, it would be a nightmare for me.

However, how could I stop driving? My commute without a car would take over an hour.

I spent the entire morning thinking about it. When lunch break finally came, my phone rang.

"Is this Cindy Waters? This is Peak Valley Police Station. We need you to come in."

My heart sank. I took leave from work and called a friend to come with me.

When we arrived at the station, the first thing I saw was my neighbor and her husband.

As soon as I walked in, the husband jumped up. "That's her! My wife nearly fell and miscarried because of her this morning!

"Officer, you must arrest her!"

I stared at him, dumbfounded, and then pieced together what had happened. Apparently, the wife had overexerted herself chasing me that morning. She leaned against a tree to catch her breath and was late to work.

Her pay got docked, so she called her husband to vent. Then, those two clowns tried to pin everything on me.

I burst out laughing. "Wow, this is rich! Why were you chasing me first thing in the morning? I already told you I was running late! And let's be clear—I never agreed to give you a ride. Anyone who doesn't know the story might think you're a widow! You have a husband, but you'd rather cling to me?"

I handed the printed chat logs, video evidence I had prepared, and footage from my car's dash cam.

"Officer, take a look. Tell me who's lying and who's trying to extort whom. I've seen some strange things, but this is something else!"

The wife's face paled as soon as she saw the evidence. She had not expected me to start recording the moment I left my apartment, so she immediately tried to play the victim.

With tears streaming down her face, she said, "Cindy, how could you say that? I just wanted to share a ride and chat with you on the way to work."

"We don't even work at the same company. What's there to talk about?" I rolled my eyes.

After reviewing everything, the police officers were equally stunned.

"This has nothing to do with the young lady," one officer said. "And as for you, you can't just cling to someone like this. She helped you out of kindness yesterday. Now, you're harassing her?"