She Swapped My Mercedes Engine So I Sued Her Into Debt

Summary

"Something's off with this engine, ma'am."

The mechanic at the Mercedes dealership service center emerged from beneath the hood, his expression a strange mix of confusion and seriousness.

I stared at him. "What's off?"

"The original factory setup for this car is an imported engine," he said, wiping his hands with a rag. "The one in here now... it's not."

I looked at the open engine bay. Just three months ago, before my Aunt Joyce borrowed the car, everything under that hood had been pristine.

"So what is it now?" I asked.