The Handsome Guy
My grandparents, Timothy Shaw and Dorothy Elmer, show up one day to ask for 30 thousand dollars. In response, my wife, Jade Quinn, shuts the door in my face.
She refuses to discuss the topic of a loan or open the door for anyone.
All she does is send me a text message that reads, "I earn a fixed salary. How could I possibly come up with 30 thousand dollars on the fly? Don't you have other colleagues and classmates? Just ask them for a loan."
I mull over the message as my hand hovers over the study door's knob.
Through a crack in the door, I can see her on a video call with a male student named Nicholas Dion.
She says to him, "Nicky, I've transferred 200 thousand dollars to your bank account. It's not safe for a young man like you to live in a rented place off-campus. Consider the money a gift from me for you to use as a down payment."
My hand freezes in midair, trembling slightly.
Just then, the door is opened, and Jade sees me standing outside the door.
She offers no explanation and shows no sign of guilt.
She simply explains unhurriedly, "I married you and not your entire family, so I'm not letting just anyone mooch off of me. I worked hard to earn my money too."
She closes the door in my face.
She was a mere inch away from catching my hand in the doorframe, but she showed no hesitation.
I clench my hands into fists, understanding abruptly dawning on me.
It turns out that our marriage is worth less than 30 thousand dollars to her.