Chapter 3

The fury simmering in my chest threatened to boil over. I couldn't leave just like that. I couldn't allow myself to suffer such humiliation for no reason. I had to vent my frustration and anger that day, no matter what!

Tossing my bag on the couch, I sat back down with a terrifyingly icy look in my eyes.

"Fine then! Two can play at this game. Since you're so adamant about settling scores, let's list everything your son has ever spent on me and I on him. After we've transferred the money, we no longer owe each other anything, and there will be nothing tying us together anymore."

Anthony was momentarily surprised, but then he huffed and nodded. "Alright! Calculate away!"

While looking through the bills, all the memories that I had deliberately romanticized flashed through my mind's eye. Every single scene was like another slap to the face for me.

The most expensive gift Anthony had ever given me was a lipstick that cost around 20 dollars, and he had bought it only because it was on sale. The rest of his gifts were cheap accessories that cost a few dollars at most, and a shawl made from an automatic knitting machine.

Every time I received his presents, I would pretend to be surprised and delighted. I would hug him and say, "Aww, that's so thoughtful of you, babe. I really like it."

In stark contrast, the phone, watches, shoes, and clothes I gave him were all branded luxury items.

When the seasons changed, and he had no money to afford new clothing, I immediately transferred some money to him. When his family ran into some problems, I would discreetly aid them financially. Even the gifts he had brought to my house last time had been mostly prepared by me beforehand.

"In our three years together, your son spent a total of 327 dollars on me, while I spent 28,500 on him. I can transfer him 400 dollars right away. Think of the extra as me paying him a breakup fee."

Anthony’s face immediately flushed bright red with embarrassment and anger. He raised his volume and demanded, "What do you mean by this? Are you trying to humiliate me? Our family might be poor, but we have dignity!"

I scoffed, my eyes filled with nothing but disdain. "How are you feeling so justified when you're poor? You were the ones who insisted on settling the scores, but now that the actual numbers have come out, you can't accept it?

"25 thousand. I won't ask for the full amount—just that. Transfer it to me, and I'll leave immediately. Staying even a second longer here is making me sick."

Upon hearing this, Andrew, who had remained silent so far, suddenly took a step forward. In the next second, a sharp pain bloomed across my cheek.

"You bitch, how dare you intimidate us like that! Why have I never seen you buy such expensive things for my son? Who's to say that you didn't make all that up to trick us?

"Besides, you're just a regular salaried employee, so how could you possibly have that much money? Maybe you only earned that by selling your body! If my son gets an STD because of you, then not even 250 thousand dollars will be enough! Yet, you have the audacity to demand that we pay you instead?"

Half of my face had gone numb and was throbbing fiercely.

I was utterly stunned at the blow, and before I could stop them, tears welled in my eyes.

Even my own parents had never raised their hands against me, yet I had suffered such humiliation here that day.

As the saying went, a rotten place bred rotten people. Not once had they thought that I was dirty when they happily spent my money, but now that I wanted them to pay me back, they were accusing me of obtaining that money through improper means?

Pinning Anthony with a frosty stare, I shoved down the burning rage in me and said, "Go on, tell them. Did I actually buy you all those things or not?"

Anthony pointedly avoided my gaze, hemming and hawing for a moment before finally replying in a small voice, "Well… You did buy those things for me, but some of them look pretty fake, so maybe they're counterfeit products. Demanding 25 thousand dollars is way too much…"

His words thoroughly shattered what little reason I had left. If not for my upbringing, I was genuinely tempted to storm over and give each of them a hard slap.

I knew that I would lose all control if I stayed any longer, so I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and headed for the front door.

"That 25 thousand dollars had better be in my account by tomorrow. If not, then I'll see you in court."

…

Upon returning home, I couldn't hold back any longer and revealed all that I had gone through at the Yarrow residence to my parents, my eyes red-rimmed.

Dad was so infuriated that he slammed a hand on the table.

"Those ingrates! How dare they bully my daughter! I'm going to teach that family a lesson!"

Mom was also shaking with rage, though she hugged me tightly while tears streamed down her cheeks.

Cocooned in her warm embrace, I couldn't stop the tears from spilling.

For three years, I had given everything I had to this relationship, even spending more than 25 thousand dollars on Anthony. I had refused a bride price and prepared a million-dollar wedding gift, yet all it got me in the end was an obedience test and a bout of humiliation.