Chapter 4The Fake Broke Challenge Committee

Sam was taken aback when I agreed so quickly because he did not expect it. "But it's three months, and you'll be all by yourself at home…"

"It's fine. I'm used to it," I said with a smile, which he probably had no idea what I was really smiling about. "By the way, you mentioned you have a surprise for me."

"Oh, right."

Sam took out a box from his pocket that contained a very thin silver necklace. There was a very small gold bead pendant on it. It looked so small that it was probably fake. "Happy third anniversary, Honey."

He said it so lovingly to me. I took the necklace from him and had a closer look at it. "How much did you spend on this?"

"It's not that expensive. It's less than $30," Sam replied with a shy smile. "Once I start making money, I'll buy a better one for you."

Sam looked sincere when he made the promise. He frowned slightly, and his eyes filled with guilt and heartache for my predicament. I looked up at his face, a face that I had looked at for three years. Every inch of his face was so familiar to me, but at that moment, it felt like he was a stranger.

That night, I could not sleep, but Sam slept very soundly and deeply next to me. I turned over on my side and looked at him under the night light. He had nice-looking eyes, a chiseled chin, and a high nose. He did not look like an ordinary man at all.

My good friend used to say that my husband looked like those rich heirs seen on television. I laughed at the comment and told her that if he was a rich heir, I would be a rich heiress.

How ironic.

Sam turned out to be a rich heir, but I was no rich heiress. I was just a stupid woman who had been blinded by love.

The next morning, Sam left for work. He even made an effort to tell me that he had a lot of work today and had to work overtime.

After he left the house, I followed behind me by calling a taxi. I got the taxi to tail his cheap bike. Sam rode on the bike for ten minutes, and he turned into a wealthy residential area. My taxi was stopped outside the gates.

The driver asked if I wanted to wait, and I said yes.

An hour later, a black sedan drove out of the residential area. The window was half open, and I could see Sam in the back seat. He was wearing a suit, and he was reading a document with his head lowered.

He looked completely different from the man this morning who was dressed in simple clothes and rode a bike.

The driver grumbled, "That Maybach is worth at least $900,000."

I remained silent as I took my phone out to take a few pictures. After that, I continued following Sam for two days, and I finally managed to piece his other life together.

Sam would ride his bike to the residential area every morning to change his clothes and take another car. After that, he would head to the headquarters of Cassidy Enterprise to work. When he was done with work, he would return to the residential area to change his clothes and come home on his cheap bike.

It was perfect planning. Sam should have been nominated for best actor at the Oscars.

On the third day, I followed him to Cassidy Enterprise to pretend to interview for a job. I saw him walk out when the elevator doors opened.

"Sam, you're here."

I stood at the corner of the corridor and watched as a woman hugged his arm intimately and helped him adjust his tie. When she looked over in my direction, I saw her exquisite features and her Chanel outfit. I had seen her picture in the group chat before.

It was Edie Lamb, Sam's lost love.

Sam looked down at her and smiled softly, while I put my phone on silent mode and took several pictures of them.

They were walking side by side along the corridor. Edie's eyes had tears in them as she held his hand. "You promised to take me on a romantic trip to San Ava, Sam. Can you divorce her during that period? I promise I won't contact you anymore after our three months there."

Edie choked back a sob while speaking, and anyone who heard her would have been touched. Sam hesitated a moment before nodding. "All right."

I watched them until they vanished from my sight. When I turned to leave, I caught myself looking into a mirror. My eyes were red, but my tears did not fall.

It was strange, but I could not cry at all. All I felt was an empty feeling in my chest, as if something had been dug out, leaving it empty. Everyone started to blur around me. I could see people speaking, but I could not hear anything.

That was when I realized that when one had been utterly heartbroken, they would not be able to hear anything around them.

When I returned to our rental home on the poorer side of the city, I started packing my things. After finding out that everything that happened to me was not a joke, but a con game with me as the victim, I no longer cared what his initial purpose was when he married me, nor did I care if he loved me.

None of that was important anymore.

This house was too small to pack in a marriage filled with lies. From this day onward, whatever happened in his world had nothing to do with me.