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My husband returned home with his pregnant mistress in tow.
He snarled at me viciously, "You're just a housewife who's done nothing to help my career. We've been married for years and you can't even get pregnant. You think you still deserve a place in my home?"
"Do you know who this woman is? She's the daughter of Ms. Thornton, the richest person in the country. I'm going to be the son-in-law of the wealthiest family. That's way out of your poor little league."
"If you know what's good for you, pack your things and get out now. We're getting divorced."
I was stunned. These days it's bad enough when people steal husbands.
Now they're even stealing identities?
How come I never knew my dad had another daughter?

New Year's Eve. As I busied Myself Preparing the Holiday Feast

The price isn't important. What matters most is that the person buying the house needs to be someone you don't want to mess with.


Ideally, it'd be some tough guy with sleeve tattoos.


My brother understood what I meant, and that very afternoon, he found a suitable candidate.


I gave them a day's time, so the tough guy didn't go to the house until the next day.


That afternoon, the tough guy sent me a video.


It was a clip of Kellan's parents wailing and carrying on downstairs.


Kellan's mom cried, "What sins did we commit to deserve this? Our house was sold without a word from our daughter-in-law. How did we end up with such a daughter-in-law?"


Kellan's dad chimed in, "Yes, yes. It's all because we were too kind-hearted. We bought this house outright with our own money. When they got married, we put her name on the deed just because she asked. Now she's divorced our son, and we've lost the house too. Where can I go to cry about this?"


Chapter 10