She Gave Him the Car , Then Watched Him Crash and BurnChapter 1

Memorial Day weekend. We were driving back to the family hometown for the memorial service when my sister-in-law's family of three forced their way into my car. They ripped out my son's safety seat.

I warned her. Overcrowding was illegal. She couldn't have cared less.

Halfway there, she even let her husband take the wheel to "practice driving." He didn't have a license.

"The car's registered under your sister-in-law's name. Just drive. If anything happens, she's on the hook."

I begged my husband to stop them. He told me I was making a big deal out of nothing.

Then came the accident. Someone died. The victim's family demanded a fortune in damages.

My husband couldn't distance himself fast enough.

"The car's in your name. You're the one who bears primary liability."

"There's only one way out of this. We divorce. You walk away with nothing. It's just a few years in prison. Tommy Abbott and I will wait for you."

My sister-in-law grabbed my arm and screamed at the victim's family:

"She's the registered owner! You want compensation? Take it up with her! This has nothing to do with us!"

So now they wanted to pin it all on me?

Not a chance in hell.

……

The car had barely merged onto the highway when I spotted Bernice Fox and her family of three standing on the shoulder, waving us down.

My stomach dropped. I turned to my husband. "What are they doing here? You're picking them up?"

Lambert Fox kept his hands on the wheel and eased the car toward the shoulder like it was nothing. "Bernice mentioned it yesterday. We're all family. More the merrier on the drive back."

Fury hit me like a wall.

"Lambert, have you lost your mind?"

"This is a five-seater. Add three more people and we're over capacity. You're gambling with my life and our son's!"

Lambert's brow furrowed, his tone sharp with irritation. "See, this is exactly why I didn't bother asking you. Bernice is my sister. What am I supposed to do, leave them stranded?"

He didn't bother asking because he already knew I'd say no. So he went behind my back.

Ever since I married Lambert, Bernice's family had mooched rides for every holiday, every long weekend. If Lambert and I planned a date, they'd tag along for that too. Never once offered gas money. Never once chipped in for tolls.