Then I started leaving evidence in plain sight. A printed screenshot of Marcus’s fake text on the kitchen counter. A voice recording playing softly from my room when she walked by. No accusations. Just facts. Desperate, I reached out to my mother’s older sister, Aunt Jina—a woman Yuna deeply respected. I told her everything. Aunt Jina didn’t confront Yuna directly. Instead, she started visiting more often, bringing up stories of manipulative people she’d encountered in her own life.
I tried to warn her. “Mom, that’s the boy who makes my life miserable.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna fixed
“He’s such a polite young man,” she’d say. “Why can’t you be more like him?” Then I started leaving evidence in plain sight