Chapter 5
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The moment I said that, Beatrice’s face went pale.
Even the older woman who had been hiding inside the house came rushing out in a panic.
She ran straight toward me, her voice shrieking as she lifted her hand, ready to strike.
“You wicked girl! You’re trying to ruin my daughter! I’ll kill you!”
The moment that old woman charged at me, Mr. Hansen stepped in and blocked her, then slapped her hard across the face.
He didn’t stop there. Turning toward the security team behind him, he barked, “Open the door. Let Mr. Rodgers see exactly what they’ve been doing inside our Miss’s home!”
As soon as he gave the order, a group of bodyguards pushed the door open and rushed inside.
The moment the door swung open, Jerry’s face changed.
He could clearly see the room filled with memorial urns, each one neatly placed in its own shrine, complete with a photo and a nameplate.
The air was thick with incense. There was so much of it burning that even standing at the doorway, your eyes would sting, and it was hard to keep them open.
Jerry had clearly thought there might be a few urns at most. But it was now obvious that they had turned my house into a full–on business for storing the dead.
Shrines filled nearly every corner of the place.
“Jerry,” Beatrice suddenly said tearfully, clutching his arm, “my mom just wanted to earn a little more money. Our family’s poor… she didn’t want me getting married without a proper dowry.”
Jerry seemed to snap out of his daze the moment she spoke. He turned to me and said, “You heard her, didn’t you? Auntie didn’t mean any harm. Beatrice’s family doesn’t have much. She was just trying to help her daughter. Let’s just let it go.”
I stared at him, then laughed coldly.
Let it go? After all of this?
“Jerry,” I said sharply, “you think I can just ‘let it go‘ after my multihundred–grand house was trashed? How do you expect me to live here now?”
His face tightened.
“I have a say in this too!” he snapped. “That house was for our wedding. I said it’s over, and that should be the end of it!”
The moment those words left his mouth, both Mr. Hansen and I burst out laughing.
“Mr. Rodgers,” Mr. Hansen said with a smirk, “you seem to have forgotten. Our Miss already ended the engagement.”
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“And even if she hadn’t,” he added, his voice full of disdain, “this property is Miss Payne’s personal asset. It was bought before any marriage even happened. You have no legal claim to it.”
Jerry’s expression soured instantly upon hearing it.
He turned to me, trying to look serious, and said, “Georgette, do you really want to make this such a big deal?”
“There’s nothing left to talk about,” I said coldly. “It is a big deal.”
As I spoke, Beatrice started sobbing again, even louder this time.
Jerry quickly turned his attention back to her, comforting her like she was the victim here. Still, he didn’t forget to shoot me a few dirty looks in between.
Watching him now, I felt nothing but disappointment.
There was a time I believed he was a good man–my perfect match.
But now I saw him for who he truly was.
He had just been putting on an act all along, and clearly, he couldn’t fake it anymore.
Soon after, the police and the property management arrived.
When they stepped inside and saw the setup in the house, both teams were visibly shocked.
“Officer,” I said, walking up with my lawyer, “this is my house.”
I explained everything quickly and clearly.
When they learned this was supposed to be my marital home, now filled with urns and used as a cinerarium, they were stunned.
Property management soon handed over the forged title that Beatrice had submitted.
And with that, both Beatrice and her mother were taken into police custody.
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