You Faked Your Deaths to Punish Me?! That’s Illegal, Family! novel Chapter 56

Chapter 1

So while Mom’s playing nurse at the hospital because my uncle Jett shattered his leg in a crash, guess what Dad’s doing back home?

Screwing his wife.

Yeah. MY dad. And Jett’s wife Sienna.

When I caught them, all hell broke loose. Mom divorced Dad. Jett divorced Sienna.

But here’s the kicker-nobody blamed them. They blamed ME.

Their revenge? Drugged me and sold me to this twisted 50-year-old creep.

He tortured me every single night until I couldn’t take it anymore. Until I died.

Next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes again-on the same day I’d walked in on them.

Second chance? Hell yes.

But this time I kept my mouth shut.

I mean… I didn’t SAY a word about what the “adults” were up to.

Just left a few clues lying around.

Let them figure it out on their own.

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After all, some secrets expose themselves-especially when a lacy red thong’s tucked between the couch cushions with just the corner peeking

out.

Oops.

Sit back and watch the fireworks, anyone?

“Jesus, Greg-not so rough!”

“You weren’t saying that a minute ago.”

Hearing those sounds leak through the bedroom door, I knew for sure-I’d gone back in time.

Last time this happened, I’d come home to grab my phone and stumbled right into Dad hooking up with Sienna.

I lost it. Recorded everything. Ran straight to Denver General and showed Mom and Jett the video.

Obviously, both marriages exploded after that.

Screaming matches. Throwing shit. Actual fistfights. My parents split. Jett and Sienna split.

But that wasn’t even the worst part.

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Everybody turned on me.

“This is YOUR fault! You ruined EVERYTHING!”

“You wanna know what keeps marriages together? People keeping their damn mouths SHUT! But you? You had to blow it all up!”

“Should’ve kicked your ass out years ago before you screwed up anything else!”

So they did exactly that.

They told everyone they’d “found me someone.” Like they were doing me this huge favor.

Then slipped something in my drink and delivered me straight to Cormac Strand-some twisted pervert in his fifties.

Why?

He paid them $50,000.

That’s what my own family sold me for.

That way Dad and Sienna could take the money and disappear to Phoenix where nobody knew them.

Jett could use his cut to find a new wife.

And Mom? She’d live comfortably off her share.

Meanwhile, I got locked in Cormac’s house and tortured daily. That man got off on using weird tools on me. And when I begged him to stop? He’d just get more violent.

Eventually, he killed me.

That pain’s seared into my soul, and remembering it snapped me back to the present.

The bedroom noises were still going. I grabbed my phone and slipped out quietly.

On my way through the living room, I spotted a red lace thong dangling off the couch armrest.

I shoved it down into the cushion crack, left just a tiny corner peeking out, then tossed a throw pillow over it.

See? I’m being smart this time. Staying out of grown folks’ business.

Hell, I’m even helping them cover their tracks.

When I got back later, Mom had just finished cooking dinner.

She came out ofchen holding a thermos and told Dad to run it over to Jett’s place.

so it doesn’t get cold.”

moyed. “Didn’t you already get food delivered to him?”

shot him a look. “Delivery food? Are you kidding me right now?”

Jett broke his LEG. You know how long bones take to heal-he needs real food.”

“Plus he’s always been weak. When he was a baby, he almost died from-”

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Mom launched into the same speech she’d given a thousand times.

Basically: Jett-my uncle who’s 5’7″ and pushing 230 pounds-is this fragile little victim and nobody in this family gives a damn about him except his devoted big sister.

We’re all heartless monsters, apparently.

Dad kept his head down, shoveling rice into his mouth without saying a word.

Finally Mom ran out of steam. She wiped away the two fake tears she’d squeezed out. “Alright, you’re done eating, right? Go drop this off at Jett’s before he starves.”

I glanced over. Dad’s bowl was still half full.

He didn’t argue. Just put his fork down.

“Oh, and swing by and pick up Sienna on your way. She can stay the night and keep Jett company.”

Dad mumbled, “Yeah, okay,” and I swear his whole mood shifted. He practically bounced toward the door.

I almost laughed out loud. Asking Dad to drive Sienna anywhere? That’s like tossing a steak to a starving dog.

Dad’s place to Jett’s apartment is thirty minutes. But he didn’t come home for two hours.

When he finally walked in, his hair was a mess and his shirt looked like it’d been through a blender.

First thing he did? Headed straight for the shower.

Mom didn’t suspect a thing. She even yelled toward the bathroom, “And wash your underwear while you’re in there! I’m not doing it for you again!”

As I walked to my room, I glanced at the couch.

That thong was still tucked away, untouched.

I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

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