Chapter 3

I walked out nonchalantly. Cyndi had already helped Jack into the front passenger seat. She did not even glance at me before driving off with a stomp on the accelerator.

I leisurely strolled around the mall for a while before returning to the Carter family's villa, where Cyndi and I were meant to live as a married couple.

As soon as I got back, I ran into Jack. He was sitting on the living room couch with a contented expression.

Seeing me back, he rubbed his temples and asked, "Shane, Cyndi said to let me stay here for a while. You don't mind, do you?"

I put down my things and asked sarcastically, "Don't you have to go home before 10 PM every night?"

Cyndi's cold voice came from behind me. "Shane! Why are you being sarcastic? If it weren't for you scaring Jack, he wouldn't have been injured. He will be recuperating at our place. You caused this, so you have to take care of him yourself!"

I understood a little of what she was trying to do. Was she trying to make me, the real Carter family heir, be at Jack's beck and call?

I picked up the car keys again and was about to go out. "Alright, I won't disturb you. I'll go stay with my parents."

"How dare you!" Cyndi was momentarily left speechless by my retort. Jack looked pale behind her. "Shane, forget it. It's not a big deal. I don't need your apology. Cyndi is a good woman. I just hope you can cherish her."

A flicker of tenderness crossed Cyndi's face. It was a look I had not seen in all the time she was with me. She took Jack's hand and instructed the butler, Mariah Willer, "Madam Willer! Clean the rooms upstairs and arrange for whatever Jack wants."

Then she turned to me, saying impatiently, "You can wait here! I'll settle everything with you when I get back!"

I could not help but burst into laughter. "Yeah, I'll wait. Let's see who ends up settling with whom. Since you love my driver's son so much, I'll have my parents grant your wish!"

Jack swayed, his face contorted with grief and indignation. "Shane, I know you're still mad at me, but I truly considered you a brother. That's why I did this. Even if you can't understand me, you shouldn't hurt me like this."

If I had not been reborn, I might have actually been fooled.

I stood up, glanced at Cyndi shielding Jack behind her, and said with a half-smile, "You said Cyndi was a good woman, but she's hugging her fiance’s brother. How can she still be considered a good woman? Does that mean only the women you sleep with are gold diggers?"

"Shane!" Cyndi pointed at me angrily, "Jack showed me those chat records! He and your exes had nothing going on! He only chatted with them for a bit and realized they had ulterior motives. He was just reminding you out of kindness! I haven't even said anything about you yet. With so many exes, just how desperate are you?"

Jack whispered, "Cyndi, don't blame Shane. It's my fault for meddling so much."

Cyndi gently squeezed his shoulder, her tone dismissive. "He's just an adopted son living in your house. He has no class of a rich heir at all. The Carter family really doesn't respect the White family at all. How dare they let some manwhore with no self-respect marry me?"

This was the 21st gold digger Jack had ‘tested’ for me, so I was genuinely grateful to him.

I simply sat down, crossed my legs, and nonchalantly asked, "So you want to break off the marriage now?"

Cyndi and Jack were both stunned to hear this.

Jack only dared to impersonate me to ruin my relationships before. He dared not break off a business marriage like this.

Cyndi quickly regained her composure and replied firmly, "It's good that you know your place! The position of the White family’s son-in-law is not meant for a fickle man like you! If you know what's good for you, get out and don't tarnish the White family’s home!"

"Outrageous!" Before she could finish speaking, a roar came from outside the door, "Break off the marriage? It's not your place to say that!"

Everyone looked over and saw my father, Henry Carter, walking in grimly, followed by my mother, who also looked displeased. The White family patriarch and matriarch followed behind, their expressions grim too.