My BIL Borrowed My Brand-New Crossover, Turned It Into a Dumpster, and Refused to Pay for Detailing – That Evening, He Called Me Screaming, 'How Dare You?'

"My parents paid for it. They told me not to hold a grudge."

"You remember every detail."

He nodded. "Disappointing Jake always became a family crisis."

Timothy looked at the ground. "You usually forgave me."

"That wasn't permission, Tim."

"I know." He met my eyes. "I chose the easier person to hurt."

Jake appeared in the doorway.

Timothy didn't hesitate. "She's my wife, and you're wrong."

Craig offered to cover the bill and let Jake repay him.

"No," I called from the driveway.

Donna touched Craig's arm. "Elle's right. We've fixed this for Jake before."

Craig looked at Jake. "Every time, we taught you that someone else would pay for your consequences."

Jake claimed that he didn't have the money.

He refused.

Nobody rescued him.

***

Three days later, he sold the custom wheels from his own car.

That evening, he came to our house with an envelope.

I left the money in his hand.

"What are you sorry for?"

Jake looked at Timothy, but his brother stayed silent.

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