All Chapters of The Fake Broke Challenge Committee: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was holding a glass of milk when my hand paused midair. Several texts had popped up one after the other.[Is that dumb woman making you dinner? My wife doesn't treat me that way anymore and keeps asking for a divorce instead.][That's why we shouldn't marry smart women. We should marry women like Maisie Stratford who are obedient and know their place.][Don't be jealous. Sam is such a professional. He acts as if he is super broke, prompting his wife to go as far as to pick up leftover vegetables at the market for free. It’s a pity he can't be nominated as a best actor with acting chops like his.]Maisie Stratford knew her place and picked up leftover vegetables at the market... I lowered my eyes to look at my sweater, which was frayed and worn. There were even holes in my sleeves. It was true that I went to the market last month to pick up leftover vegetables. It was because Sam told me that his company had not paid him in three months and, after calculating every cent I had,

Sam started to sound concerned, "Are you feeling tired, Honey? Or did I do something to upset you?"I was feeling a little tired, but I replied calmly, "It's our third wedding anniversary today."Sam was apologetic. "I'm sorry, Honey. It's my fault for getting so busy that I forgot about such an important day, but I called you because I remembered it earlier, and I wanted to tell you that I've prepared a gift for you."I sneered quietly at his words. Wedding anniversary? It was not today. He was even talking about a gift.The last time he brought a gift back for me, it was a bunch of wilted vegetables that he bought on the cheap because the stall owner was about to close the stall.I replied, "All right."After that, I put my phone down on the table and started to think about what to prepare for our divorce. I had all my personal documents, and we did not have a house or car. Put together, our savings only amounted to a four-digit number.There was nothing to divide between us

I did not have much to pack. To put it simply, there was nothing of high value in the house.The rented house came with furniture, but I had to haggle and buy the sofa cushion at a garage sale. The television was an old model with an LCD screen and needed at least half a minute to turn on.All the clothes in the wardrobe had been bought in bulk, and were made of cheap materials, for a few dollars per piece. Sam did have several shirts that were better quality, and he claimed to have bought them to meet clients even though he did not really want to spend the money.Time passed, and I heard the door being opened. Sam entered holding two baked potatoes in a bag. "I bought them on my way home. They're still hot."Sam was surprised to see me packing, and he said happily, "You're such a wonderful person, Honey. You're already packing for my business trip. It just makes me love you even more."He gave me the baked potatoes while speaking, but I did not take them from him. Sam was taken a

The next day, outside the courthouse, Sam was late, and it took me three calls for him to finally arrive. The divorce process was quick as we affirmed our decision to be separated in front of the judge. Before our divorce was official, Sam suddenly said, "It's not too late to stop this if you regret your decision, Maisie."I ignored him and told the judge that my decision was final. Sam tugged at his tie and did the same with a dark look on his face. He acted as if he refused to back down from being challenged.After our divorce was final, I turned to leave, and Sam raised his voice behind me, "Three months. You'll come begging me after three months."I did not stop walking, and Sam watched as I vanished from his sight. He leaned back in his seat in the Maybach and frowned."Did she really agree to the divorce?" Edie's gleeful voice could be heard from the other end of the phone."Yes, she did.""She didn't create a scene over it?""No, she didn't."Edie was silent for severa

The news spread much quicker than I expected. Some of my close colleagues asked me discreetly, "Maisie, are we going to hear good news about you and Mr. Sellers soon? I think there's something about the way he looks at you."I was shocked. "That's not possible! I would believe you if you told me he looks at me with disdain, but not this. Besides, those are just rumors. Don't believe them."She gave me a knowing look instead.The following week, Shaun kept finding excuses to see me. It would be having coffee, requesting a report, asking about the budget, and buying me supper when I worked too late at night. The reasons he gave were stranger than the last, but none of them were repeated.My colleagues started to give me funny looks, and I heard them gossiping about me in the pantry."Did Maisie get together with Mr. Sellers right after she got a divorce? That's really fast." "Well, she knows her way around men. Why do you think she could become a supervisor so quickly from a low-l