I gripped the desk, breath hitching. A full minute passed before I could move again.
Three years. Every moment, every promise, every I love you—all a lie.
All that effort just to scam my savings. Pathetic.
I memorized Anita’s chat app username and slipped out of the study.
***
Half an hour later, Deke stormed in, drenched in sweat.
He kicked the door open, cursing under his breath. “That witch actually touched my money. She’s got some nerve. Just wait till she gets back—I’ll beat her to death!”
Leaning against the dining table, I took a slow sip of water. “Oh? You’re gonna beat me?”
He froze. His brows scrunched so tight they practically knotted together.
Face darkening, he marched over and clamped his hand around my wrist. “Zoey, where did you transfer our money?”
I set my glass down and pulled free, walking straight to the couch.
“Be precise. That fifty-six grand was my money, not ours.” I lounged back, crossing my legs. “In the last two years, you just saved eleven grand. And now you wanna claim it all?”
His fists clenched, Adam’s apple bobbing. For a second, I thought he’d swing.
Instead, he ground his teeth, keeping his temper in check. “We’re supposed to get married. That makes it our money. You took it without telling me—what did you even do with it?”
I crossed my legs, not even sparing him a glance. “Bought a house.”
His pupils shrank.
“What did you just say?” His voice shot up.
I hated repeating myself. So I didn’t. Just grabbed my phone and started playing a game.
That was the last straw.
With a furious yell, he lunged and smacked the phone out of my hands. It hit the floor with a loud crack, the screen shattering.
His face twisted, panic mixing with rage. “You spent our money on a house?! What about me?!”
