After catching my wife cheating, I lost myself to a chilling fury. Six months later, my mother-in-law jumped from a building, my father-in-law suffered a heart attack, my brother-in-law was jailed, and my wife became infertile. They would never know that it all began with a single pair of high heels. It all started half a year ago. I was a delivery driver. This was my last delivery of the day, and my body was exhausted, but my heart pounded with wild excitement. I’d won the lottery! Ten first-prize tickets, totaling over ten million dollars! After the 20% tax deduction, I still had over eight million dollars left! I symbolically donated ten thousand dollars, and that afternoon, as I walked out of the lottery center, I felt like I was floating. Finally, I could share a beautiful life with my wife. But I’m a man who finishes what he starts. All deliveries for the day had to go out. Yet, as evening fell and I was about to make my final delivery, fate played a cruel trick on me. On a shoe mat by the door of one of the apartments, I saw my wife’s high heels. They were a custom-made birthday gift from me, engraved with her initials. C.M. – Chloe Miller! What were Chloe’s shoes doing here? A knot of suspicion tightened in my gut. Then, from inside the apartment, came the sound of a woman’s wild moan! “Mr. Davies, you’re so much better than my worthless husband. I’m utterly blissed out!” The words hit me like a sledgehammer. It was Chloe’s voice! My lips trembled. I raised my hand, ready to pound on the door, but stopped. What if they didn’t open? Was I just going to stand here, listening to them, like some pathetic idiot? A sudden, chilling calm washed over me. Chloe was cheating. This marriage was over. But I’d bought the lottery ticket while we were still married. By law, she’d be entitled to half of that almost eight million dollars. My lip twitched. Chloe was morally bankrupt. I wouldn’t give her a single penny. Not only that, I would make her lover pay too. To confirm it was truly Chloe inside, I called her from just outside the door. Her custom ringtone echoed from within the apartment. She immediately hung up and, a moment later, sent me a SnapChat message. “What is it? I’m in a meeting!” I stared at the message, a cold sneer twisting my lips. A meeting? At her lover’s lair? I didn’t reply. Instead, I snapped a photo of the delivery slip. The resident was a man named David Davies. I left the package by the door, then turned and walked away. From this day forward, there would be no peace for us. I changed the password on my newly opened bank account, a password only I knew, and kept the card hidden close to my body. Then, with an unnerving calm, I returned home. My mother-in-law, Brenda, my father-in-law, Arthur, and Chloe’s younger brother, Kyle, were already at dinner. They barely acknowledged my presence. Brenda wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Go take a shower, quick! Look at you, all filthy. You’re ruining my appetite.” My lip twitched, but I said nothing. Arthur tapped his fork against his plate. “You haven’t given us the grocery money this week. Look at what we’re eating!” I glanced at the table—meat and vegetables, far better than what I usually ate on the road. Still, I remained silent. Kyle, Chloe’s brother, got agitated. He stood up, his voice rising. “Mom and Dad are talking to you! Can’t you show some respect? I swear, I don’t know why my sister even married a loser like you. No money, no talent.” Exactly! This was Chloe’s family. They clung to me like parasites, draining me dry. I used to be a white-collar worker. Through my own hard work, I bought a three-bedroom apartment, putting Chloe’s name on the deed. After that, Chloe moved her parents and brother from their hometown. Later, I lost my job and became a delivery driver. From then on, the entire family treated me with even more contempt. I earned about nine hundred dollars a month, most of which went straight to Chloe. Yet she still treated me coldly, and her whole family constantly mocked and sneered at me. Before, I had no backbone. I could only endure their insults. Now that I had money, I wouldn’t let these leeches off the hook. If I was going to get revenge, I was going to savor every moment of it. I smiled, a slow, guileless grin, ignoring the three of them. I went straight to my room and began to meticulously plan my payback. A little while later, Chloe returned, looking tired, those glaring high heels still on her feet. She saw me lying on the bed, and her face twisted in rage. She pointed at me and yelled, “Who told you to lie on the bed with your clothes on? Are you filthy? “How many times have I told you, no bed without a shower! Are you trying to defy me? Get down right now! You’re not sleeping in my room tonight. Go sleep on the couch!” Chloe’s face was flushed, clearly still glowing from her recent ‘refreshment.’ When I didn’t move, she got even angrier. “I must have cursed eight lifetimes to end up with you! This is my damn karma! Do you even look like a man anymore? Get out!” I stood up, intending to go shower, but Chloe angrily snapped that she needed to shower first. She probably wanted to wash off the filth. Bitch. That night, I lay alone on the couch, listening to Chloe on FaceTime with someone, her voice incredibly intimate. My heart was unnervingly calm as I plotted my next move. A plan to destroy them, body and soul.
The next day, I went to my workplace and quit my job. Then I hired a private detective, giving him the address and phone number of the David Davies guy from yesterday, along with a photo of Chloe, and told him to investigate. Later, I saw a news report about a local lottery winner—me. Wearing a goofy costume and holding a sign displaying my over ten-million-dollar win, I looked ridiculous. I scrutinized the photos, confident no one would recognize me. My revenge plan was officially in motion. I started with Chloe’s younger brother, Kyle. He was in his early twenties, fresh out of college, unable to find a job, and spent his days loafing around. Chloe was a classic “brother-obsessed” type, giving Kyle five hundred dollars a month for pocket money – equivalent to half our household’s monthly expenses. My first step was to get Kyle out of the house and “motivate him to strive for success”! I had the private detective arrange a setup: a woman would “accidentally” meet Kyle. Just as they were about to enter a motel room, the woman’s “husband” would burst in! Caught red-handed, Kyle fell to his knees, begging for mercy, and blurted out his family’s contact information. That same day, I brought Arthur, Brenda, and Chloe to the motel. Kyle was beaten to a pulp, his face bruised and swollen. A burly man, looking like a mob boss, sat casually on the bed, smoking a cigarette, while a beautiful woman sobbed beside him. Brenda and Chloe rushed to Kyle, hugging him and wailing uncontrollably. Arthur’s face turned beet red with fury. He shouted at the man, “How dare you hit my son? I’m calling the police! You’ll pay for his medical bills!” The man casually flicked his cigarette butt. “Your son tried to sleep with my wife. How do you propose we settle this?” Brenda angrily stood up, acting like a complete shrew. “That’s because your wife was flaunting herself, seducing my son! You can’t control your own wife, and you blame my son?” Chloe’s face was flushed, and she glared. “This isn’t over! You hit my brother, and you’ll pay the price!” The man smirked. “Fine, go ahead and call the police. We’re not afraid of public embarrassment. “But as for your brother, fresh out of college, seducing a married woman… I’ll post it all online. Your whole family will be famous!” “You!” Everyone in the family, except me, was trembling with anger. Kyle was the absolute jewel of that family; they couldn’t stand for his reputation to be tarnished. Chloe crossed her arms, her voice cold. “So, what do you want?” The man grinned slyly. “He slept with my wife, so I’ll sleep with his sister. How about it?” I raised an eyebrow. This jerk wasn’t sticking to the script. He must have been taken by Chloe’s looks. “Dream on!” Chloe glanced at me, then snapped at the man. He continued to smile. “Alright, then just give me a thousand bucks. They didn’t actually do anything before I showed up, after all.” The man had clearly prepared this in advance. A thousand dollars wasn’t much. They feared Kyle’s reputation if they called the police, and Kyle getting a beating was a good lesson for him. Chloe helplessly turned to me for money. As if I’d give her any! I awkwardly mumbled that I hadn’t been paid yet. Chloe cursed me as “useless” then SnapChated a thousand dollars to the man. Only then did she leave with Kyle. She had no idea that I’d paid ten thousand dollars to set this whole thing up! I sighed inwardly. This was just an appetizer. The main course hadn’t even begun. Kyle felt humiliated and kept his head down, but seeing his demeanor, I knew this step had been successful. He wanted to escape this cage. He wanted to get rich. Back home, Arthur didn’t criticize his son. Instead, he started yelling at me, calling me a coward for not stepping up, a pathetic loser for not even defending my brother-in-law. Brenda droned on incessantly, complaining that a grown man didn’t even have a thousand dollars in his pocket, and his wife had to pay when there was trouble. Chloe found their nagging irritating and became even more hostile toward me. My heart remained utterly undisturbed. That night, I continued to sleep on the couch. Chloe was tainted. I would never touch her again. Chloe frowned, clearly preoccupied with something. The next day, I woke up early and left, depositing my lottery winnings into several different bank accounts. I used to be a senior programmer, and in my younger, more rebellious days, I was part of an activist hacker group. Even while delivering packages, I never stopped learning, earning several important certifications. These skills would be invaluable to my revenge. That day, the private detective informed me that he had successfully entered David Davies’ apartment and installed several hidden cameras. If they met again, he would definitely get the evidence. Everything was proceeding as planned. My expression was neutral, devoid of emotion. My heart was utterly broken and disillusioned with this family. Once I had the evidence, I would get my revenge. I would make Chloe and her parasitic family pay. Even though I was rich, I wouldn’t leave them a single penny. Step one was complete. Time for step two. That evening, I invited Kyle out for drinks. Kyle, still sporting a black eye, came along. He ordered the most expensive dishes and started chugging beer. Kyle scoffed. “Brother-in-law, did you hit the jackpot? Daring to treat me to dinner? Aren’t you afraid of Chloe yelling at you?” I smiled. I told him I knew of a way to get rich, and asked if he’d be interested. Kyle’s eyes lit up. He eagerly pressed me for details. I’d recently received a call from an old college acquaintance, telling me to go south to “make money.” I knew my acquaintance was trying to scam me, so I figured I’d pass this “opportunity” on to Kyle. I told him a former colleague had contacted me, asking me to be a “trader” at an offshore foreign company. He’d just sit in front of a computer all day, earning five thousand dollars a month, with a year-end bonus. But I couldn’t leave my current job, so I’d recommended him instead. Did he want to go? Kyle’s face beamed at the mention of five thousand dollars a month, just sitting at a computer. He didn’t notice my cold smirk throughout my explanation. Still, I pretended to be cautious. “After all, it’s an old colleague. Whether it’s reliable is another matter. Maybe you should think it over. But don’t tell your sister I told you, or she’ll yell at me for sending you so far away.” Kyle laughed. “Brother-in-law, you’re just too timid. Chloe has you wrapped around her finger. A grown man afraid of his wife? I really want this job, but I don’t have any money. Brother-in-law, could you lend me some travel expenses?” Even facing his doom, this guy wanted to squeeze me for money one last time. I “hesitated” for a long time before SnapChating ten thousand dollars to Kyle, reminding him not to tell his sister. Kyle laughed and agreed. That night, Kyle got drunk, muttering about getting rich and earning his mother’s and sister’s respect. I watched him, smiling, but said nothing. A hothouse child, longing for the outside world, but utterly unprepared for its dangers. The night passed without incident. Kyle left, pocketing the ten thousand dollars I’d given him. He even sent Chloe a SnapChat message: “Sis, I’m off to work. If I don’t make something of myself, I won’t come back!” Chloe was panicked. She frantically FaceTimed Kyle, but his phone was off. The whole family searched like mad, but found no trace of him. A day later, Kyle finally FaceTimed Chloe. “Sis, don’t worry. I’m just playing around with some friends for a couple of days. I’ll be back soon. I’m in a border town.” Seeing that Kyle was safe, and surrounded by friends, Chloe relaxed, though she still lectured him. I observed the entire exchange. The first part of my plan for Kyle was complete. Next, it was Arthur’s turn. I watched the old man, picking his teeth after finishing his meat, scrolling through videos of beautiful women on TikTok. I’m skilled in coding, and decoding. Yesterday, I used a specialized program to uncover all the family’s secrets and private information. Arthur had two SnapChat accounts. One had his actual profile picture. The other featured a handsome, middle-aged man. He listed his age as 42 and spent his free time chatting with pretty women. He’d even secretly gone on dates behind Brenda’s back. But as soon as they saw Arthur in person, the women always cursed him out and ran away. This old pervert was quite the player. He had strongly opposed Chloe marrying me. To buy this apartment, I’d emptied all my savings. My father even sold our family home in the countryside, leaving my parents living in a rundown shack. Even though I’d won the lottery, I needed to deal with Chloe’s family first, then I could properly care for my parents. Through the private detective, I contacted a nightclub dancer, paid her ten thousand dollars for some photos and videos, and told her she’d need to send voice messages and video chat if needed in the future. The woman winked at me, saying she’d do anything as long as it wasn’t illegal. I registered a new SnapChat account, using a profile picture of a seductive, well-preserved woman, filling the feed with alluring photos. Then, I started chatting with Arthur. Arthur was ecstatic that a female netizen was actively chatting with him. He sent red envelopes and emojis, acting utterly impatient. When he suggested a video call, I simply forwarded the account details to the nightclub dancer. Everything fell into place seamlessly. Arthur was quickly reeled in. As for his requests to meet, I just smiled and replied, “Soon! Just a little longer!” The real show was only just beginning!
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