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Chapter 4

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"Get out, you bloodsucking leeches! Scram!" Clifford Reyes yelled, slamming the door shut.

Outside, Hilda's furious shrieks and George's mumbled gripes gradually faded away. I slumped against the door frame, a bone-deep chill seeping through me.

My mom wiped her tears while my dad glowered. "This marriage has to end. We'll contact a lawyer tomorrow!"

...

We hadn't even contacted a lawyer yet when George showed up again.

As my parents and I stepped out of the apartment, he lunged forward and grabbed me. His voice rose to a piercing wail that echoed through the entire complex. "Honey, I messed up. Please don't divorce me. My parents raised me; they're country folks living through hardships. I just want to give them a bit for living expenses. Can we discuss this?"

The abrupt spectacle pinned me in place. Revulsion coursed through me, making my skin crawl as I shook violently to free myself. "Let go of me and drop the act! It's revolting!"

The neighbors were startled and started poking their heads out to watch.

Emboldened by the audience, George amped up the drama. "Everyone, help me reason with my wife. I really don't want a divorce. But my parents raised me; paying them back is only right."

The neighbors' eyes widened. "Not letting her husband support his parents? What kind of wife is that? We've watched her grow up, but we never pegged her for this. Mean and ungrateful."

I never thought George would twist the facts like this. Anger got the better of me, and I was momentarily lost for words.

"He's lying. That's not how it is at all," I managed.

George pressed on. "Honey, I'm sorry. You have every reason to be mad about my downplaying my salary, but I have to support my parents. Please forgive me. I can't lose you."

His words set off the crowd. Soon people were pointing and whispering loudly. A guy shouted, "Shame on you!"

Then came someone's leftover fries and a half-empty soda can that splashed at our feet. Others joined in.

My parents tried to shield me, but they were caught in the crossfire, left smeared and disheveled.

Amid the barrage of insults, we fled back inside, utterly humiliated. But the nightmare didn't end there. The incident had been filmed and uploaded online.

The caption read: [Rural Husband Blamed by Snobbish Wife for Supporting Parents.]

The internet erupted in hatred toward me.

[How disgusting!]

[People like her deserve to be condemned.]

[When she's a mom, I hope her kids treat her the same way.]

Somehow, my phone number got leaked. Strangers called daily to hurl abuse, and private messages flooded me on every platform. I didn't dare to read them.

Even our home address got exposed. Packages arrived: dead rats, blood-smeared photos, malicious letters, and so on. We called the police, but without proof of who sent them, there was little they could do.

We became prisoners in our home. Venturing out meant stares, whispers, outright ambushes, and verbal assaults.

Meanwhile, the orchestrator of this chaos lounged in anonymity, launching livestreams and profiting off our suffering.

Watching George live, his face full of fake grievance, I clenched my fists until my knuckles whitened. Fine! If he wanted to play dirty, I'd respond in kind.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "I've got explosive headline material here. Interested in exclusive first-hand details?"
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    I opened my contacts and found a flood of messages from George.[You spent $30,000 in one morning? Are you out of your mind?][Do you have any idea how hard I have to work to earn that much money? Don't you know how tiring my job is? Marrying a spendthrift like you is the biggest regret of my life.][I don't care how you do it. You'd better pay me back soon, or we'll see what happens.]I turned off my phone without even acknowledging his threats. I knew our finances better than anyone, and this had pretty much emptied his pockets. But legally, this was our joint marital property.If this amount was already sending him into a frenzy, I wondered if he could handle the big move I had set in motion.I had contacted an agent to sell our house, and George was completely oblivious. He worked long hours, often on rotating shifts. Sometimes, he even slept in the office.So, when he came home to find a group of strangers pointing at our house, he was utterly bewildered. The agent and the

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    The news agency perked up immediately. They'd been scraping for fresh stories, and here I was, handing them a bombshell on a platter.But they were cautious. "What do you want in return?"I stared at George's smug face on the screen, my eyes blazing with rage. "I want George Serrano's reputation in ruins, and I want his whole family to pay the price they deserve."George secretly subsidizing Ross was already a bitter pill, but it was his money, after all. But now, they were united in feasting on my family's misery, driving us to the brink while lining their pockets.The representative paused, then chuckled. "Let's see if what you provide is worth that price."George had been riding a wave recently, with an eye-catching title blaring from his livestream: [Can't spend money on family after getting married?]Fake tears streamed down his face as he began telling his story.His parents were quintessential rural folks, struggling financially, with two sons needing to support families

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