My husband abandoned me, leaving behind his $20,000 debt, and ran off with his girlfriend…

Please, I need your help. Oh, who might this be? Don’t play dumb. It’s your husband.

Obviously, I’m being questioned by the police about you. At this rate, they might ask me to come to the police station voluntarily. Help me out.

Oh, is that so? Just wait a moment then. I immediately went with my son to where Greg was. And to my surprise, it was a forest park near our house where camping was possible.

Greg was being questioned by the police in front of his car, looking bewildered. Feeling pathetic, I sighed and told the police we needed to have a talk as a couple and asked them to leave for a while. At that time, Greg seemed uncomfortable being watched by the people around us and urged Ryan and me to get into the car.

Inside the car, Greg’s mistress was sitting cross-legged, glaring at us. But that was no longer important. Sorry about that.

Thanks for coming. But why did the police suddenly show up at my place? I don’t get it. That’s because I filed a report about the missing camper van.

What? Why would you do that? It’s obvious, isn’t it? My car was stolen. Greg, foolishly thinking that actions between spouses can’t be criminal, was saying nonsensical things. But the world isn’t that naive, you know.

You filed for divorce, remember? Forgot? So we are strangers now and are driving a stranger’s car without permission. That’s a crime. Ryan figured all this out.

Typical, sharp as ever, that kid. But I didn’t steal the car. I just borrowed it for a bit.

Oh, is that so? Well, I’d like to use my car now. So could you return it? That would be really helpful. As I reached out my hand, asking Greg to return the keys, he reluctantly handed them over after confirming it was returned…