Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 11 "All of your stuff has already been tossed outside. Pick them up and leave." Upon seeing Janice's current state, Sarah felt a surge of satisfaction.

She had always hated Janice for relying on Simon's ability to make money while thinking highly of her own capabilities. Sarah was someone who believed that women should just stay quiet and submit to their men. Janice's ears buzzed, her voice trembling as she suppressed her anger. "Simon, say that again."

"I have to make you understand the consequences of disobedience. Even though I've warned you repeatedly, you still pushed your luck. Since that's the case, you need to be taught a lesson.

"If you apologize, admit your mistake, and promise never to contradict me again, I might consider transferring the house back to my name."

Transferring it back to his name? Then what did that have anything to do with her? The moment Simon said such a thing was when Janice believed she might have put her trust in the wrong person.

She had worked diligently for years and never divided finances with Simon. They put all their money together, which was accessible through his bank account.

At first, Simon never questioned her purchases. But in recent years, whenever her expenses exceeded ten thousand dollars, Simon would interrogate her endlessly.

So, when he said who could prove she contributed half the money, she felt a chill wash over her, as if ice water had been dumped onto her entire body. And this was exactly why she found it hard to believe Simon's words anymore.

Smiling, she sat down. "If that's the case, why not transfer the house to my name?"

While she spoke, she was thinking that if Simon were reasonable, it would be for the best. However, if he was unreasonable...

Unexpectedly, Simon immediately retorted, "Transfer it to your name? And why would I do that?"

Why?

"You have some nerve, Janice! This house belongs to my brother!" screamed Sarah.

Amelia chimed in, "Janice, if you want a house, you should make your own money and buy one yourself. How can you ask someone else for it?"

Janice's patience wore thin the more she had to put up with these people's disgusting behavior.

Not wanting to waste a single word on them, Janice fixed her gaze on Simon. "We both know what is up. Are you forcing me to apologize just to save your so-called pride?"

Janice had clearly struck a nerve. However, she

repeat

based on the amount

villa had appreciated in value over the years. She wasn't excessively wealthy, and all the hard- earned money she

"Fine. If you say you paid half, show me proof. If you can, I'll give you

relied only on each other. Though poor,

turn out to be an ingrate. But who would have

slapped her hard in the face, causing it to sting

and planning to hog the property. Is that it?" Janice

like to see who in Greenfield City will help you when you don't have me. We shall see who's been helping whom during all these years. Know

merely riding on his coattails and the respect she received from business

big-shot senior executive? She

the escalating tension, Amelia quickly brought over a glass of

can't help being short-sighted and overly concerned with money. It's normal. She doesn't think about how hard you've worked and only fights over small things

greatly satisfied Simon, making him find Janice's indifferent gaze

daggers,

each other, they used their familiarity to strike where

one, but now, this house, which she had poured

Sarah threw the last of Janice's belongings at her feet-a few pieces of artwork she had created for Refined Threads

house she had once spent so much time and effort

left her artwork on the ground, she fixed her reddened eyes on Simon. "You're right. I should feel like a stranger here because you never

for Refined Threads Co., so much so that she no

a happy family, but that required a trustworthy and reliable man, and Simon

and falling lightly on her pants. Her chest felt tight, a numbing emptiness spreading through her that left her feeling like

almost fall. The fall rain fell steadily in the evening as though

summer.

then stood by the roadside, lost in thought. She had nowhere

go.

a message saying her office had been cleared out. And now, she didn't even