My Perfect Husband’s Perfect Lie

There seemed to be a promise on the other end of the line, and Chloe grew even more confident.

After hanging up, she pointed at me and my mother-in-law and shouted angrily.

“You two pieces of low-life trash,you actually dare to come here and enjoy the service for free.”

Her voice was sharp as a needle. “This is a luxury spa. Who do you think you are, lowlife trash, to even step foot in here?

“My husband is coming soon, and you’re done for.”

Her shrill voice drew the attention of every customer.

Several uniformed spa employees gathered around and echoed arrogantly:

“I suggest you just buy this expensive package.Our boss lady is not someone you can afford to provoke.”

“Yeah, a couple of days ago, an internet influencer left us a bad review on purpose, saying our boss lady had a terrible attitude.The very next day, the boss broke her legs and had all her social media accounts suspended.”

“Now she’s lost her job. I hear she’s washing dishes in a restaurant,” another employee added with a gloating smile.

I felt Mary tremble beside me.

“Ava…” she whispered, tugging on my sleeve. Her voice was full of fear. “Are we in the wrong place? My son… he couldn’t…”

She didn’t finish, but I heard the terror in her voice.

My kind mother-in-law, a retired nurse, just couldn't process it. She'd rather believe we'd made a simple mistake than face the truth: that her son was a cheat. Or that he would let a woman be this cruel.

So you are.

In our eyes，Liam comes from an ordinary Midwestern family but has become a Wall Street elite. He is a man who loves his wife and is deeply filial to his mother.

A month ago, he was a top VP at an investment bank. Then he suddenly proposed investing in this spa.

I asked him why.

“To help people find a piece of tranquility in their high-pressure lives,” he’d said at the time.

I was so proud of his vision.

I never imagined he’d used our family’s trust fund. Not to give back to society. But to open a scam shop for his mistress.

I pulled Mary behind me and stared straight into Chloe’s eyes.

There was no kindness there. Only raw, vicious hatred.

“Are you sure your ‘darling’ is coming?” My voice was calm.

“Of course!” Chloe lifted her chin. “He said he’s on his way to deal with you two freeloading psychos.”

The employees started jeering. “Want us to rough them up a bit first?”

“No.” Chloe waved them off, a cruel glint in her eye. “When he gets here, I want him to see for himself. I want him to see the kind of trash that dares to cause trouble on his turf.”

I looked at her and almost laughed. It was all so ridiculous.

I looked at Chloe, my voice steady.

“Fine. I’d love to see it. Let’s see how your ‘darling’ is going to deal with us when he gets here.”