Chapter 1 My husband found himself a wealthy sugar mama and started secretly funneling money to me every few days. In six months, he transferred me a cool $850,000. I was seriously considering divorce. Then I thought about it. Screw that! Why even consider it? Every second I hesitate is an insult to cold, hard cash! A "family man" who brings home the bacon like this is harder to find than a parking spot in Manhattan. Why not let him hustle a little more? ... Melanie slapped me across the face, hard. My cheek burned instantly. "Are you crazy?" I looked up at her, clutching my face, totally bewildered. "Chloe! You liar! Are you and your husband running a scam on me together?" Before I could process what was happening, my coworkers swarmed around us. "Who are you? Why did you just hit her?" She pointed a manicured finger at my nose and started screaming. "Your husband, Zack, used my credit card to transfer money to you. $850,000 in six months! Don't act like you didn't know!" I froze, then realized who she was. This was my husband's side piece. The "Mistress." She grabbed my collar, her eyes wild. "You two scumbags! $850,000! Do you think I'm an ATM? Using my money to clear your shopping cart?" With that one line, I became the center of attention. My coworkers immediately switched into gossip mode, phones out, recording everything. Melanie slapped me again, so hard I fell to the floor. She shouted to the crowd, "Look at this! This woman is a fraud! She and her husband are con artists!" She was screaming and trying to hit me again. My coworker, Lisa, stepped in. "That's enough! We know Chloe. She wouldn't do that! We're calling the police!" "Call them! Go ahead!" Melanie laughed like a maniac. "I want to see how she explains this to the cops! Daring to spend my money... I'll knock your teeth out or my name isn't Melanie!" She was thrashing like an angry octopus, trying to claw at me. My coworkers held her back while she shrieked. I smoothed my messy hair and stood up from the floor. Calmly, coolly, I spoke. "Ma'am. You claim my husband and I are scamming you. But I don't even know who you are. So please, tell me, how exactly did I scam you?" She glared at me, trembling with rage. "Don't play dumb! You know exactly what my relationship is with your husband!" I gasped, covering my mouth in mock surprise. "What is your relationship?" Melanie blushed, looking around guiltily at the crowd. "It doesn't matter what our relationship is! You stole my money, and today you're going to pay me back!" I stared straight into her eyes. "Are you the mistress my husband has been keeping on the side?" Hearing that, she exploded and rushed at me. "Bullshit! He keeps me? He's a broke driver! He has money to keep me? I'm the one keeping him!" The crowd gasped in unison. I didn't panic. I just smiled faintly. "So, you admit you're having an affair with my husband?" She choked for a second but doubled down. "So what if I am! Zack, that dog, spends my money, drives my car, and even uses my money to support his wife!" Satisfied, I pulled out my phone. "I've recorded everything. I've also called the police for assault. My coworkers are witnesses." "See you at the station." Hearing I was going to sue her, Melanie went berserk and raised her hand to hit me again. Chapter 2 The police arrived just in time, and we were all hauled into squad cars. At the station, before we even sat down, she started making a scene. She claimed she was swindled out of money and love. She pulled out chat logs and transfer records with my husband, Zack, trying to prove we were in cahoots. "Officer, look. I buy him houses, I buy him cars, and he gives all the money to this woman! How could he do this to me?" Tears streamed down her face. She was genuinely heartbroken over Zack's betrayal. But the officers just stared at her blankly. They looked at her like she was an idiot. She claimed Zack and I scammed her. But the evidence she provided proved she was having an affair with Zack. And she knew he was married. A homewrecker knowingly wrecking a home, and then coming to harass the wife? Mistresses these days are bold. The officer deadpanned, "We don't handle relationship disputes." She jumped up, frantic. "His husband is using my money to support her! Isn't that illegal?" Just as she was about to throw a tantrum, Zack arrived. The moment Melanie saw him, she lunged and started pummeling him. "Zack! You bastard! You lied to me!" She started sobbing hysterically. The station was in chaos. The police finally pulled them apart. Zack, face scratched up by Melanie's nails, snapped at her. "Melanie, are you insane?" "You call me insane? Did a dog eat your conscience? I treated you so well, and you went behind my back and gave all my money to this woman!" Zack didn't even blink. "Stop screaming! She's my wife. If I don't give the money to her, who should I give it to?" I watched from the side, jaw on the floor. That was a new one. He saw me standing there and immediately rushed over, fawning. "Babe, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Seeing the mark on my face, his distress was palpable. He turned and roared at Melanie. "Melanie! Look what you did! I told you! Don't bother my wife! And you still came here!" Melanie lost it. "Zack! How can you treat me like this? Are you even a man?" "Yesterday you were holding me, telling me you loved me, that you wanted to marry me. If I hadn't found out you were transferring my money to your wife... you bastard, were you planning to empty my bank account?" "You believed me when I said I loved you?" Melanie wept, heartbroken. "You said you had no feelings for your wife! You said she was a nag, not understanding like me!" "You said she was boring in bed! Just lying there like a dead fish! Not like me... passionate, skilled..." "Shut up!" Zack turned beet red and shouted. "Have some shame!" "I'll tell you the truth. I don't love you at all! I was with you to get some cash!" "You were the stupid one throwing yourself at me!" "I only love my wife. Stop making a scene!" He grabbed my hand and tried to drag me out, leaving Melanie standing there in shock. Chapter 3 The moment we got home, before even taking off his shoes, Zack dropped to his knees on the living room tiles. Thud. "Honey, I was wrong. Truly." I stood in the kitchen pouring water, ignoring him. "I'm scum. I shouldn't have let you suffer like this. I was confused, blinded by her money. I didn't want her body or her face. She chased me! She tempted me with money..." He was crying now, begging. I didn't know how to react. He cheated on me. But he also funneled every cent of the mistress's money back to me. "So, should I give you a 'Best Husband' award?" His face went pale. "It was an impulse. A mistake any man could make..." The bedroom door opened. My in-laws rushed out. "You idiot!" My mother-in-law smacked the back of his head. "You have a good home, and you go out and mess around?" They didn't know the details, but seeing Zack kneeling meant he screwed up big time. Zack's career had been stagnant for years. I carried this family. They didn't dare cross me. After a lecture from his parents, Zack spilled the beans. A year ago, Zack got a job driving for a rich guy. In the last six months, he transferred me a total of $180,000 (part of the larger sum Melanie claimed). I asked where it came from. He said his boss liked him and gave him stock tips. Turns out, he was being a sugar baby. Melanie was a sugar baby for a rich old man, and she turned around and became a sugar mama for Zack. My in-laws were furious. My mother-in-law cried, "You useless thing! Earning dirty money like that!" Zack hung his head, face red. "I know I messed up. But I was just greedy. I never thought about divorce. I don't have feelings for that woman!" "No feelings, but you slept with her? Couldn't control your zipper?" My mother-in-law raised her hand to hit him again. Zack covered his head, making excuses. "She forced it... she said I was good in bed... she said her old sugar daddies were useless, keeping her like a bird in a cage! She was lonely! She threatened suicide if I didn't stay..." I laughed coldly. "Wow, you're popular." He crawled over and grabbed my pant leg. "Chloe, I swear. I never wanted to leave you. I saw she had money. I'm useless, I can't earn much. You work so hard to support us. I just wanted to help you..." Right. So I really should give him an award. Selling his body to feed his wife. Kissing me by day, servicing a sugar mama by night. A martyr of capitalism. "Okay," I looked down at him. "So tell me. She's suing us for fraud. She wants the money back. What do we do?" Zack stiffened his neck. "Who cares! She gave it willingly! I earned that money! Why give it back?" I told him to get up, but he hugged my leg tighter. "Honey, if you don't forgive me, I won't get up. What do I have to do?" I lowered my voice. "I can forgive you. Unless..." Chapter 4 I knew something was up six months ago when Zack sent the first transfer. He said his boss gave him a stock tip that made $15,000. I believe in bird sh*t falling from the sky, not free money. I thought he was doing something illegal. I was anxious for days. Then I checked his phone while he slept. I found the texts with Melanie. I have to admit, Zack provides excellent emotional value. That's why I married him. He's attentive. With Melanie, he was a master. He had her hooked in three sentences, sending him money and kissy emojis. The funny part was, Zack immediately transferred the money to me. My first instinct was divorce. My best friend, Sarah, called me an idiot. I argued, but she rolled her eyes and asked: "That necklace you're wearing. How much?" I paused. "$4,000." "The bracelet?" "$800." "The bag?" My mouth twitched. I couldn't help but smile. She grinned back. "Get it now?" My gloom vanished. "Look at you. Decked out in designer gear in just a few months." I drank my juice, praising Sarah's wisdom. "You're not doing bad either!" Sarah stared at me. "Think of it as putting Zack's 'idle asset' to work. Creating revenue for the household. It's brilliant!" I nodded. "Makes sense." She laughed wickedly. "If it were me, I'd serve that mistress so well she'd be begging to send more money." I raised my glass. "To you. For waking me up." "What else do you need?" She asked, eyes gleaming. I pretended to think. "I need a car. An Audi A6." ... A month later, money for an Audi A6 hit my account. I pretended not to know the source, happily accepting it and moving it to a separate account. I made Zack soup, rewarding him for his "hard work." Zack drank the soup, moved to tears. He was used to chasing me. When I was nice, he melted. "Honey, you're so good to me," he sniffled. I smiled. Not as hard as you work, taking the night shift. When I told him my plan—fake divorce so he could go back for one last score—Zack cried. He hugged me, sobbing. "Honey, you still haven't forgiven me! I was wrong... I won't do it again..." I pushed him away, fighting the nausea. "I don't blame you. Really!" He swallowed hard. "Are you serious?" "Of course." I handed him a slice of apple. "We get a fake divorce. You go coax her, make up, and keep the money flowing." He stared for a few seconds. "You... aren't afraid I'll actually run off?" I laughed. "Would you?" He shook his head violently. "Never. I'll never leave you." I leaned back on the sofa. "Melanie is a gold mine. A walking wallet. We need to think about the future. Do you think $850,000 is enough? Is it enough to raise a kid for ten years? No." He was silent, eyes red. "Zack, I'm planning for us. For our family. The opportunity is right there. It's up to you."
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