Chapter 4The Price of a Mistress

"Yes."

I pushed the house photo and floor plan over.

"Use your personal assets to buy this house. This will permanently remove the ex-wife obstacle, and you will have enough say. This is the essential difference between a career woman and a housewife."

The air solidified.

Julian looked like he ate shit.

"What are you talking about? Why should Vivian bear this debt?"

I looked at him puzzled.

"Or else? Isn't that why you brought her here?"

The career woman finally reacted, lips trembling slightly.

"You want me to... buy the house you lived in?"

"Smart!"

I snapped my fingers.

"Love requires sincerity, right? Six million, a friendship price. Two million down payment to release the lien, consider it redeeming your lover."

I leaned back, meeting their incredulous gazes.

"To be honest, I've waited for this day for a long time."

Silence.

Her chest heaved.

But she had no choice.

She is an educated woman.

Completely different from a shrew like me.

In their eyes, I am a yellow-faced woman with no wealth, no status, who can't even keep her husband.

So what?

I smiled brightly at her in the sunlight.

"By the way, Julian likes to sleep in the study. Hope you can fix that bad habit."

With that, I picked up my bag and left.

I love love-brained women.

Especially those who are educated, make money, and think they control everything.

They always think their status can crush any housewife.

Little do they know, the real hunter has been sitting across the table, waiting for her to bet everything.

Then, smiling, takes it all.

Whether she buys the house or not, I won my first move.

I successfully moved her from the position of a third party enjoying the fruits to a partner.

Why do men always think true love is with the mistress?

Because that relationship has no mortgage pressure, no diapers, no seven-year itch.

All he experiences with her is pleasure.

So, here comes the problem.

Want to break free completely?

Put away the stock option excuse, take out 2 million real cash, and pay the debt.

Want to maintain dignity?

Find someone to take over this house.

Unless cash hits my account, I will never sign any divorce papers.

Late at night, the doorbell rang.