The Rich Man's Game: It's Over

It was late when I got home from work. After showering, I sat on the bed, scrolling through my phone, feeling exhausted. Suddenly, a notification popped up, and my heart skipped a beat."Top Actress Regina Brooks Celebrates Birthday With a Four-Million-Dollar Diamond Necklace Gifted by a Mysterious Tycoon."I rubbed my eyes, my hands trembling as I zoomed in on the photo. The man in the picture only showed his back. Nonetheless, after three years of marriage, I recognized him instantly. It was my husband, Isaiah Keller—he had a distinct black mole behind his ear that gave him away.Four million dollars was an astronomical amount to me. Just a few days ago, I went shopping with Isaiah and saw a 200-dollar purse that I liked. He said it was too expensive and told me not to buy it.I thought about it and figured 200 dollars could buy enough household supplies to last months, so I let it go. But now, I could not help but feel suffocated. Isaiah and I had met online. After chatting fo

Isaiah's smile froze for a moment. Nonetheless, he quickly composed himself—there was not even a flicker of guilt in his eyes after being exposed. His love for me had been nothing but a performance, and now, the real Isaiah was on full display—cold, selfish, and arrogant. He shrugged and said, "Looks like you really love me, huh? Recognizing me just from the back of my head."I stared at him, stunned. Then, my emotions finally erupted, and I shouted, "Isaiah, you're not worthy of my love! You're nothing but a piece of trash!"My entire body was trembling as I pulled the divorce papers I had prepared from my bag and threw them at him. I demanded, "Sign them!" Isaiah glanced at me in surprise, picking up the papers. As he flipped through them, his expression shifted to one of disbelief. He double-checked the documents as if he thought he had read them wrong, but the truth was plain—there was no mention of me asking for alimony. He looked at me with confusion and asked, "So,

Seeing Isaiah's face turn dark with anger after the slap was oddly satisfying. It felt like the heavy weight pressing on my chest for so long had finally been lifted.He spat out, "You're insane!"I was unfazed by his words. I knew that the only way to deal with a man like him was to show no mercy.Regina clung to his arm and whimpered pitifully, "Isaiah, don't be mad. Ms. Sinclair probably loves you too much and can't bear to lose you. She even called me the other woman just now."Isaiah glanced at me and sneered, "The one who isn't loved is the real 'other woman'!"I kept a blank expression. After all, I did not love him anymore, and his words could not hurt me in the slightest.Surprisingly, the slap seemed to work—Isaiah finally agreed to the divorce. If I had known this earlier, I would have slapped him a few more times to save myself the trouble.When I got the divorce certificate, I felt like I was reborn. A failed marriage was not the end of the world; the important thin

I knew very well that Isaiah had never been sincere with me. His love was all an act, so when he showed up kneeling at Mom's door begging for forgiveness, I grabbed a bucket of cold water and dumped it over him.Soaked and humiliated, Isaiah stormed off angrily. I was relieved to finally get rid of him, but my relief was short-lived. That same day, Mom suddenly collapsed.I rushed her to the hospital, only to receive the devastating news—she had developed kidney failure. Before I could even process this, the doctor informed me that the surgery would cost 200 thousand dollars.I did not have that kind of money. Standing in the hospital corridor, overwhelmed and desperate, I saw Isaiah walking toward me.He said, "Aimee, agree to be with me again, and I'll give you 200 thousand dollars."I clenched my fists, saying nothing. Then, Isaiah stepped closer, whispering, "Don't you want to save your mom?"A wave of despair washed over me. I did not want to give in, but the thought of Mom