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?"

in front of others. Janice had clearly struck a nerve. However, she also could not

"I will repeat myself. I paid for half of

reimburse her based on the amount she put in since they weren't married, and it

the villa had appreciated in value over the years. She wasn't excessively wealthy, and all the hard- earned money she had made went into Refined Threads Co. She owed Simon

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

Back then, they had nothing and relied only on each other. Though

out to be an ingrate.

her hard in the face, causing it

to hog the property. Is that it?" Janice asked her final

City will help you when you don't have me. We shall see who's been helping whom

coattails and the respect

some big-shot senior executive? She should know her

quickly brought over a glass of warm

It's normal. She doesn't think about

words greatly satisfied Simon, making him find Janice's

Janice refused to submit, the angrier Simon became so much so that his words came out like daggers, stabbing harshly into Janice's heart. "Are you still

used their familiarity to strike where it

and needed one, but now, this house, which she

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

had once spent so much time and effort on decorating. It felt entirely

"You're

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

her mother would create a happy family, but that required a trustworthy and

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

fell steadily in the evening as though it celebrated

summer.

She 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