When the trial ended, everyone around me was celebrating, thrilled that the nightmare was finally over.But I couldn't bring myself to feel the same way. It wasn't just the fallout with my family. It was the question I still had about Vivian.I wanted to ask her, but she looked so composed, as if she didn't think anything she'd done was out of the ordinary. So I let it go.Life went back to normal after that.Then one evening, on my way home, my parents and my brother ambushed me out of nowhere, demanding hundreds of thousands of dollars. When the yelling didn't work, they actually pulled out a knife and a rope, trying to drag me away by force.I called the police immediately. And this time, I pressed charges for everything I could—neglect, defamation, and unlawful restraint.They cried and screamed and cursed my name, same as always. But after everything I'd already been through, none of it touched me anymore.The charges stuck, and once they realized I wasn't someone they coul
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