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“All set. What’s next?”
“Keep him busy with trips and dates. We’ll handle the rest. Don’t worry about money.”
I nodded, focusing on living large with Mark.
To win me, he went all out with surprises. I reciprocated with ”gifts”—high-end fakes from Emily.
Mark couldn’t tell. His gifts to me were real, and Laura insisted I keep them. I deserved it, she said.
Who could say no?
I sold most on secondhand sites, keeping only a few for appearances.
Mark poured all his remaining funds into the project—a plot of land in the city’s west.
I prepared to exit.
Three months later, the government announced the land, a former mine, was contaminated with toxic waste, unfit for housing.
Public outrage erupted, demanding a halt. Mark, seeing the news, panicked and tried to reach me, but I was already gone.
Emily vanished too. The three of us was now sitting before a monitor, watching Mark’s breakdown, laughing.
“Think he’ll lose it?” I asked, curious what a scumbag like him would do.
“Lose it? Maybe. But I left him a parting gift.”
Laura raised a brow. Mark, at home, crumbled as creditors stormed in, demanding for him to pay back.
The villa he lived in? Laura had mortgaged it.
Mark froze as men barged in. “Who are you?”
“Who? This house is ours now. Pack up and get out!”
Mark didn’t believe it, but they showed proof, demanding he leave.
Laura had mortgaged the villa before the divorce, using Mark’s personal seal—thanks to Emily’s help.
I laughed, watching. “If Mark knew we were all against him, would he die on the spot?”
Laura smirked. “Feeling sorry for him?”
“Sorry? Pity a man, and you’re cursed for three lifetimes. Spend on one, six lifetimes!”
We exchanged glances, bursting into laughter.
My phone was bombarded with Mark’s calls. I had my script ready. “Honey, my dad disapproves. Let’s end it.”
I blocked him, changed my number, and resumed my life.
With my earnings, I took my daughter and left.
Mark, desperate, went to the “company” only to find an empty building. He lost it, calling the police.
They looked at him like he was nuts. The building had been vacant for ages, with no lease records. Of course, nothing was found—Emily took care of everything since she owned the whole place.
Mark ranted about signing the contract there. The police, seeing him as a lunatic, suggested hospital for him.
