My new wife is excessively supporting her brother financially. I earn $40,000 a month, but she gives $35,000 to her brother, leaving us with only $5,000 for rent and groceries. After eight months, I couldn’t take it anymore and lied to her, saying I’d been fired. To my surprise, she immediately asked for a divorce. I thought she was joking until the next day when I overheard her in the bathroom, painting her nails and talking to her brother on speakerphone: “He got fired after just eight months, what a loser.” “But we managed to get $280,000 from him, plus a $200,000 betrothal gift, enough for us to go back and get married.” Get married? Aren’t they supposed to be siblings? 0 Hearing her phone conversation felt like a lightning bolt striking my brain. They’re planning to get married? How can siblings get married? The shocking realization overwhelmed me. I fought the urge to confront her and kept eavesdropping outside the door. She was still in there, talking leisurely, unaware that I was home. “Making $480,000 in eight months, not bad. We didn’t lose out.” “Yes, it’s a pity he got fired. Otherwise, with such a high salary, we could have stuck it out for two or three years, made a couple of million, and then moved to another city. Maybe even buy a car and a house.” “I’m sorry, honey. Pretending to like someone you don’t must be hard, but it’s the easiest way for us to make money.” “It’s not hard, babe. As long as we can earn enough to have a good life, I’m fine. Once he agrees to divorce, I’ll find a way to get some assets, hehe.” “Honey, you’re working so hard, mwah mwah, I miss you. Come make me feel good.” “Oh, stop it, after all that yesterday you still want more…” As ridiculous as it sounds, I finally understood their real relationship. The one on the phone is my wife, Fiona Adams, and on the other end is her so-called brother, Lachlan Adams. We hadn’t known each other long before Fiona pursued me aggressively. In hindsight, it was just because my high salary met their goals. I admit Fiona is stunning, so when she said she needed a $200,000 betrothal gift for her brother’s wedding, I willingly paid. But after the wedding, she took $35,000 of my $40,000 salary each month for Lachlan, saying it was a tradition from her hometown to help her brother for two years so they wouldn’t have to worry about him later. Thinking it was just two years, I gritted my teeth and bore it. When my company went public, as a veteran employee, I was awarded $20 million in stock options, and my annual salary jumped to $1 million. I rushed home eager to share the news with Fiona, only to receive a bank transfer notification for $35,000 to Lachlan at the door. On a whim, I decided to joke with her that I got fired. But when Fiona heard I was fired, the usually gentle woman suddenly changed, tossed her spoon aside, and asked for a divorce. I thought she was joking, so I pretended to feel guilty and said: “I’m sorry, babe. I can’t give you a good life. If you really want a divorce, I won’t blame you.” “If you want a divorce, let’s go to the county courthouse when it opens this afternoon.” I thought she would comfort me, but instead, she dragged me to the courthouse. Just as we arrived, her brother-in-law Lachlan showed up and pushed me aside. I had no idea what I did to offend him. His glare felt like he wanted to eat me alive: “Nolan Brooks, divorcing my sister won’t be that easy. You promised to support me for two years. If you divorce her today, 70% of your assets go to her.” Seeing this unfold, I realized Fiona was serious about the divorce. I felt a mix of emotions. Despite being overly supportive of her brother, she was a near-perfect wife otherwise. She was elegant, cooked well, and even prepared my bathwater every night. Marrying her felt like my greatest happiness. I had asked her a few times about supporting her brother financially. She didn’t work, but fortunately, my salary in New York City wasn’t low, a full $40,000 a month. Yet, the moment my salary hit the account, $35,000 would be transferred to Lachlan. The remaining $5,000 was for rent, utilities, and meals. Life was tight. Whenever I suggested using some savings, she’d laugh and say savings were for emergencies and shouldn’t be touched lightly. Occasionally, looking at a table full of plain dishes, I’d get upset. But whenever I brought it up, she’d tear up, saying how hard it was raising her brother alone after their parents died. I’d soften up, feeling too sorry to press the issue, and eventually stopped mentioning it. Lachlan always called me brother-in-law, and whatever I said, he’d follow. He seemed so well-behaved that I decided to help him out, thinking two years would pass quickly. But with just one joke, I discovered everything was fake. From Fiona and his conversation, it was clear they weren’t siblings but lovers! 0
They were scamming by marrying fools like me, then draining their finances. In just eight months, they managed to scam $480,000 including the betrothal gift. Thinking about them calling each other siblings in front of me while doing who-knows-what behind my back made me sick. I was trembling with rage, realizing they even wanted 70% of my savings. They took me for a total fool. If I hadn’t forgotten a document and returned home just in time to overhear their call, I’d have been utterly duped. I had intended to show Fiona the shareholders’ agreement in a couple of days and try to win her back. After all, though we’d only been married eight months, how could there be no feelings at all? But I felt as if my heart, like a fallen leaf, was filled with disappointment. Anger surged from within, and I clenched my fists, wanting to expose their scheme right then and there. Calm down! Knowing it’s a scam, I can’t let them off easily. They must pay. To avoid alerting her that I knew everything, I quietly backed away from the door, closing it as if I’d never been there. I hid in the stairwell, and soon Fiona, wearing a short skirt and stockings, came out. She went downstairs and got into a taxi—I could guess where she was going. If only I had been prepared, I would have followed her. Fiona didn’t return until ten at night, now wearing a tracksuit instead of her earlier attire. When she opened the door, she saw me watching TV in the living room. I hadn’t agreed to the divorce yesterday, so she seemed a bit uneasy. After a moment, she slowly approached me, asking, “Nolan, have you thought about the divorce yet?” I looked up at her, the love bite behind her ear making me nauseous. “You really want a divorce? Just because I got fired?” Fiona’s eyes welled up with tears: “I don’t really want a divorce, but you know I don’t work, and my brother isn’t settled, we need money. Now that you’re unemployed with no income, what can I do? If there was another way, I wouldn’t…” “I didn’t get fired.” I cut her off before she could finish. Her face was a mix of confusion and surprise when I said I wasn’t fired. She sat next to me, leaning in, her scent faintly present. Ha, this must be the perfume she wears for her brother-husband. How disgusting. Seeing me silent, Fiona panicked. After all, not everyone makes a salary of $40,000 a month. Who knows how long it would take to find another fool like me? And not every sucker would earn such a high salary. “Hahaha.” “No worries, babe. I get it, I really do. I was just joking with you. How could someone as capable as your husband get fired?” I wrapped my arm around Fiona’s waist, pulling her close. She didn’t resist, snuggling in even closer, though her eyes lacked any genuine emotion. “Babe, I know it’s tough raising Lachlan alone. I understand your need for money.” “I wasn’t fired, just teasing you. The company decided to raise my salary starting this month, and I’ll get an extra $40,000 or $50,000 in bonuses at the end of the year. I thought since Lachlan is smart, why not set him up with a company so he can learn to earn too? That’d ease your burden.” “We won’t get divorced. I’ll always take care of you, okay?” Then I kissed her on the lips. Come on, someone else’s wife—why not kiss her? It’s a bit thrilling, actually. Fiona bashfully responded, and as I kissed her more deeply, she responded earnestly with her tongue until we both struggled for breath, finally pulling apart. Her face flushed, she looked at me earnestly, asking, “Is that true, babe?” “But starting a company for Lachlan, he doesn’t know how.” “What if he loses money?” “We’re not getting a divorce. I’ll always take care of you, okay?” With those words, I leaned in and kissed her. Just kidding, right? Not kissing someone else’s wife when you have the chance? There’s a certain thrill to it. Fiona Adams responded bashfully. Seeing how serious I was, she extended her tongue to meet mine. We only pulled away when we were both out of breath. Her face flushed, she looked at me earnestly and asked, “Honey, do you mean it?” “But Lachlan doesn’t know how to run a company.” “What if it loses money?” “Are you really going to give him so much money to start a company?” Fiona hadn’t expected that not only was I not fired, but my income had also increased, with a year-end bonus that was beyond her imagination. She was even more surprised when I suggested starting a company for her brother Lachlan; she seemed very excited. I gently patted her hand and said softly, “Of course, it’s true. You’re my wife, and Lachlan is your brother. We’re family, after all.” “If I don’t treat you well, who will I treat well, silly? Don’t mention divorce again. Everything I have is yours.” Fiona was touched by my words and embraced me. I thought to myself, “You think you can take my money that easily? I’ll make sure to get it all back with interest.” Pushing that thought aside, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Tonight, let’s make this night unforgettable with Lachlan’s wife. “Stop it, I haven’t showered yet… Mmm…” …… A year ago, I first met Fiona Adams at a coffee shop near my office. Just like in many romantic dramas, she accidentally knocked over my coffee, spilling it all over me. She apologized profusely, trying to clean the coffee stains, and that’s when I noticed her. Her looks and style were exactly what I liked, like the girl next door. She insisted on adding me on WeChat, claiming she wanted to reimburse me for the laundry. I thought it was just a typical encounter. About three days after the café meeting, I saw her again near the office. This time, she was in professional attire, sitting dejectedly by the flower bed with her resume in hand. A cleaning lady passed by with a heavy-looking trash cart. Fiona didn’t hesitate to help, despite the dirt. At that moment, I was moved by her kindness, and something stirred in my heart. So, I started chatting with her on WeChat. As we talked more, we grew closer. She seemed perfect to me; we even shared the same taste in food. Even our hobbies were the same, which made me fall into her trap. I started pursuing her relentlessly. Unfortunately, what I thought was true love turned out to be a scam. There’s no such thing as a perfect lover. Had I not pretended to have been fired on a whim, I might never have discovered the true relationship between her and her brother. I might have ended up bankrupt, with them taking my money and eloping. Thankfully, I realized everything in time. Not only did I uncover their scheme, but if I played my cards right, I might even reclaim the money they swindled from me. When Lachlan Adams heard I was funding his company, he dropped all demands for a divorce and splitting assets at the county courthouse, affectionately calling me “brother-in-law.” Through his narrow eyes, I could see his disdain and contempt for me. Since we were starting a company, the location had to be prime. As the boss, Lachlan needed a secretary, right? I used my connections to find an office in a prime location and hired a drama school graduate as his secretary. Once everything was set up, I called Lachlan and Fiona over to show them the place and introduce the secretary. Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the cityscape. The secretary, Daphne Harper, was wearing a professional top and a pencil skirt, with black stockings and high heels, which caught Lachlan’s eye. “So, Lachlan, are you satisfied with this place?” “Yes, brother-in-law, I’m very satisfied!” Lachlan couldn’t care less about the environment, his eyes glued to Daphne Harper. “Alright, Daphne, why don’t you fetch us some champagne? Let’s celebrate. Come, have a seat.” I invited them to the sofa. Lachlan and Fiona were already dreaming about the company’s future, grinning widely. Daphne Harper walked in with a tray, swaying her slim waist. As she passed by Lachlan, I gave her a look. “Oh no!” Daphne pretended to twist her ankle, spilling champagne all over Lachlan. “Sorry, Mr. Adams, I’ll clean it up right away.” She bent down to wipe the wine off Lachlan’s clothes, her wide neckline revealing a hint of skin. She was a campus beauty, not only pretty but also with an incredible figure. Her sultry eyes locked with Lachlan’s as she wiped, slowly moving the towel from his chest down to his thigh. “Mmm…” Lachlan seemed to be enjoying it. Fiona sat beside him, her face dark with anger. I chuckled, “Daphne, you should be more careful.” “Lachlan doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, right? And Daphne, you’re single too, right?” “You two make a handsome pair. If you get along, you could develop something.” Just as I finished, Fiona suddenly stood up, knocking her teacup to the ground, shattering it. She charged at them like an angry lioness. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I feigned ignorance and asked in surprise.
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