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?"

others. Janice had clearly struck a nerve. However, she also could not tolerate Simon's shamelessness

tried to stay calm. "I will repeat myself. I paid

on

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

you paid half, show me proof. If you can, I'll

then, they had nothing and relied only on each other. Though poor, there was no

he wouldn't turn out to be an ingrate.

hard in the

you're denying it and planning to hog the property.

snapping, "Go ahead and do whatever you want. I'd like to see who in Greenfield City will help you when you don't have me.

Janice was merely riding on his coattails and the respect she received from business people was out

she really think she was some big-shot senior

the escalating tension, Amelia quickly

arguing with her. Janice is still a woman—she 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 with you. Janice, you really need to change

satisfied Simon, making him find Janice's indifferent gaze all the

daggers, stabbing harshly

how to hurt each other, they used their familiarity to

home and needed one, but now, this house, which she had poured

last of Janice's belongings at her feet-a few pieces of artwork she had created for Refined Threads Co.'s rise to fame but never sold. Now, even those

step back, Janice glanced at the house she had once spent so

"You're right. I should feel like a stranger here because you never truly knew

and persevered without complaint for him, for Refined Threads Co., so much so that she no longer felt like herself since a

a happy family,

of the villa, tears silently rolling down her cheeks and falling lightly on her pants. Her chest felt tight, a numbing emptiness spreading through her that left

fall. The fall rain fell steadily in the evening as though it celebrated the end

summer.

was exhausted. She then stood by the roadside, lost in

go.

day, Simon had reassigned her position, and the secretary sent her a message saying her office