I would make sure that this scumbag pair pays the price they deserve.
I saved all the video recordings, then headed out the door.
I arrived at a luxurious villa and rang the doorbell.
Samuel hadn’t come home all night; he spent the whole night with Starla.
When he finally returned, I was just about to leave.
Holding breakfast in his hand, Samuel blocked me at the door.
“Cass, I was wrong yesterday. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was just worried about Starla being pregnant—if something happened to her in our home, we’d be responsible.”
I glanced at Samuel.
“Afraid of responsibility, so you stayed with her all night?”
"It's not what you think. She started having complications and I was afraid something would go wrong, so I stayed with her all night. Besides, Starla is your best friend—if you don’t believe me, you should at least believe her!" Samuel took my hand, trying to win me over, but suddenly noticed my ID and household registration booklet on the bench by the entrance and asked curiously, "Cass, why are you taking your ID?"
I slipped the documents into my bag and replied indifferently, "The house in my hometown is about to be demolished. They're working on the compensation, so I need these to register.”
"Demolished?" Samuel’s eyes lit up at the word.
"Is the compensation distributed per person? How much can each person get?"
“Of course it’s divided per person. But since it’s just the three of us in my family, each person will get around one and a half million dollars. Too bad we haven’t gotten our marriage license yet, or you’d count as one of us.” I sighed, feigning regret.
The instant Samuel realized each person could get one and a half million dollars, he couldn’t keep his cool.
“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this before? If I’d known, we could have just gone and gotten the marriage license already!” Samuel said eagerly.
“Weren’t you the one who said getting the license on our anniversary would make it more meaningful?” I replied coolly, my tone flat.
Samuel quickly grabbed my hand.
“Cass, I just wanted to make it a memorable moment for you, you know? But a marriage license can be done anytime, while an opportunity like this demolition compensation won’t come around again.” The implication was clear: he wanted to rush the marriage and get his name added to my household registration.
Without hesitation, I nodded. “Fine, pick a date and we’ll go register.”