When my male neighbor found out I was a small business owner who only worked three hours a day, he rapid-fired sixty-eight text messages to me in the middle of the night. "I saw you bought more makeup. Who gave you permission to spend money like that?" "Don't think you're special just because you make good money! Let me remind you, your income needs to go toward supporting our future family!" I was completely bewildered, and naturally, my response wasn't exactly polite. "That's absolutely none of your business, is it?" The moment I sent that, he exploded. "How is it none of my business?! You're going to be my wife! Every extra dollar you spend now is a dollar missing from my bank account!" "Also, about the dowry. We're thinking eighty grand in cash and a brand new Audi A8. Have you saved up enough yet?" "Oh, and by the way, I'm not sexist or anything, but I want the perfect family. We must have both a son and a daughter!" He unleashed this insane barrage of texts, making my blood boil. I didn't even bother replying; I just blocked his number immediately. But I never expected this guy to be a lingering nightmare. Days later, he showed up at my company as the lead project manager to negotiate a contract. Watching him sit across from me, confidently running his mouth and demanding endless concessions, I simply waved my hand. "I think we're done here. Let's cancel this partnership." As soon as the words left my mouth, the atmosphere in the conference room plummeted below freezing. The smug smile on the face of my neighbor, Caleb Vance, instantly froze. The regional director who had come with him offered a panicked, apologetic smile and asked cautiously, "Ms. Evans, our collaboration on this project has been going perfectly so far." "Why the sudden decision to terminate?" He rubbed his hands together nervously. "There must be a reason, right? Otherwise... it's going to be very hard for me to explain this to the board!" I offered a dry, sarcastic smile, lazily pointing a finger at Caleb. "The reason is very simple. It's because of him..." "Chloe Evans! Are you ever going to stop?!" Caleb violently shot up from his chair, slamming his palm against the conference table with a loud thud. He glared at me, his face red with anger. "There are a lot of people here today! I won't say anything too harsh!" "If you want to throw little tantrums with me at home, fine!" "But today is a professional setting! Reel in your terrible attitude right now!" He then picked up the contract file and slammed it back down onto the table. "I'm finalizing this deal right now! It's settled!" The regional director looked at Caleb with absolute awe, then frantically pushed the contract toward me. Conversely, my own managers sitting next to me were looking around in utter confusion. One of them opened his mouth to speak, but I held up a hand to stop him. I pressed my lips together into a thin line. "Caleb Vance, who the hell are you to me? What gives you the right to make decisions on my behalf?" "Do we even know each other?" A flash of intense embarrassment crossed Caleb's eyes, but he stubbornly pushed through, attempting to soften his tone. "Alright, Chloe, stop being mad at me!" "There are people watching! I'm still your man!" "Can't you at least leave me a little dignity?" Hearing that, every single person in the room gasped audibly. The regional director immediately jumped on the opportunity. "Ms. Evans, we totally understand that you and Caleb are having a little lover's spat." "But we're on company time right now. We have to prioritize the work. You absolutely cannot let personal feelings ruin this deal!" Before he even finished his sentence, the conference room door swung open. Six security guards marched in in perfect formation. My executive assistant, who also happened to be my best friend, stood behind me and gestured to the guards, speaking with absolute coldness. "I'm sorry, but our CEO has spoken. This partnership is terminated." "You can either leave on your own two feet, or I can have security escort you out." The regional director was stunned. He frantically elbowed Caleb in the ribs, hissing, "Say something!" "Hurry up and sweet-talk your girlfriend! If this deal falls through, you know exactly what the consequences are!" Caleb grew even more aggressive. He reached out and grabbed my arm, his voice thick with irritation. "That's enough!" "I tolerate it when you blow money on stupid things!" "Are you really trying to push me to the edge today?!" My patience had completely evaporated. I violently shoved him away. "Caleb, are you clinically insane?!" "We don't even know each other! Doesn't it feel completely pathetic to walk in here and announce yourself as my boyfriend?" The regional director's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Ms. Evans, please don't say things you'll regret in anger!" "Did Caleb do something to upset you? Please, just calm down! Calm down!" I found the entire situation hilariously absurd. "Is there something wrong with your ears, or am I not speaking English?" "I have absolutely zero relationship with Caleb Vance!" "He's entirely delusional, trying to manifest his way into being my boyfriend!" "Chloe Evans!" Caleb roared, staring at me with bulging, furious eyes. "Don't push it!" "Keep acting like this and I'll break up with you!" Seeing that he was still completely submerged in his own psychotic fantasy, and having no desire to waste another second on him, I gave the order: "Escort them out." As he was being dragged away, Caleb was still shouting threats. "You stupid bitch! You haven't been put in your place for a few days and you're getting itchy, aren't you?!" "You dare disrespect me like this?! Just wait until we get home! I'll beat the living hell out of you!" The regional director seemed to finally realize something was horribly wrong. He remained silent, his face dark as a thundercloud. Once the walking plague was finally gone, my assistant—my best friend, Maya—leaned in. "Chloe, who the hell was that guy?" "Is he a psychopath? Why was he calling himself your boyfriend?!" I rubbed my temples, completely exhausted. "I have no idea!" "He wasn't this unhinged before." "In fact, he initially acted like I was completely beneath him!" About six months ago, I moved back into an older, working-class apartment complex. Everyone I knew thought I was crazy. They asked me why, when I was so wealthy and owned a massive luxury condo downtown, I would choose to live in an old, inconvenient building. "I built my business from nothing. That apartment holds too many beautiful memories from my early struggle." So, the very first thing I did when I made it big was buy back my old apartment. During my first week there, my neighbor, Mrs. Vance, brought her son over to introduce us. She even thoughtfully presented our "credentials" to each other. "This is Chloe. She's twenty-seven. What did you say you did for a living again, sweetie?" We didn't know each other well, so I just gave a vague, non-committal answer and laughed it off. I didn't expect that the second I finished speaking, Caleb would flick his cigarette ash right by my feet. "Mom! How many times have I told you? Stop trying to set me up with these low-quality women!" "I'm a senior corporate executive! I know you want grandkids, but you can't just drag any random nobody off the street and expect me to settle!" Finally, he looked me dead in the face and sneered mercilessly, "Bringing me out to look at trash like this is a total waste of my time." The second he walked away, Mrs. Vance grabbed my hands, bowing repeatedly to apologize. "Chloe, I am so sorry! I raised a fool! Please don't be angry!" "Let me apologize on his behalf!" I have a soft heart, and I can't stand seeing an older woman grovel like that, so naturally, I didn't hold it against her. But I never expected that, two days ago, Caleb would suddenly add me on the community WhatsApp group. "You're Chloe, right?" "I'm your neighbor, Mrs. Vance's son. Caleb!" At the time, I was reviewing contract details. The moment I saw his name, I knew he was the lead manager for the opposing firm. Just as I was preparing to shift into a professional gear to discuss the project details, a barrage of unhinged accusations flooded my screen. "My mom told me you run a small business and make decent money?" "What's the point of making money? The important thing is knowing how to save it and hoard it!" "By the way, how is your fertility? Are you healthy? Are you still pure?" Staring at the endless stream of psychotic texts, I was completely shell-shocked. Remembering all this, I handed my phone to Maya. "Look at what he sent me." Maya scrolled through the chat logs, her jaw dropping. "This guy is clinically insane." Right at that moment, the CEO of Caleb's company called my private line. His voice dripped with blatant flattery. "Ms. Evans, I was hoping to understand how our partnership suddenly fell apart." "You've always been known for keeping business and personal matters strictly separate. Why let emotions dictate things today?" "Caleb told me all about the little spat between you two. If you ask me, couples fight, but it never lasts overnight..." "Mr. Davis." I interrupted him, my patience completely gone. "I think you have a massive misunderstanding. I have absolutely no relationship with Caleb Vance!" "We don't even know each other!" After I briefly explained the situation, I could feel the suffocating silence radiating through the phone. Sure enough, five minutes later, Mr. Davis sent me a photo. It was Caleb Vance's termination notice. "Ms. Evans, I am deeply apologetic that something like this occurred. I have already fired Caleb!" "As for the profit margins, to make up for this unpleasantness, I am willing to concede an additional five percent." "Regarding the contract, could we perhaps sit down and renegotiate?" He was showing immense sincerity, and it would be bad business to refuse. That very night, we set a time and booked a high-end restaurant. But just as I arrived at the restaurant entrance, Mrs. Vance suddenly grabbed my arm, her face drenched in tears. "Chloe, my son made a terrible mistake! He wronged you!" "But you can't be this ruthless!" "At the end of the day, you two are husband and wife! What kind of grudge could possibly be this deep?!" Right beside her, Caleb dropped to his knees in front of a crowd of people, wrapping his arms around my calves in a vice grip. "Wife!" "I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" "Please, just forgive me, okay?" The restaurant entrance was busy, and pedestrians instinctively stopped, staring at us with insatiable curiosity. Caleb pressed his face desperately against my leg. The warm, damp sensation of his tears made me feel incredibly nauseous. "Wife! If you want to be mad at me, be mad! But why would you tell people we don't know each other?!" Mrs. Vance aggressively joined the performance. She collapsed onto the sidewalk, slapping her thighs in dramatic, theatrical despair. "Oh, dear God!" "What sin did I commit in a past life to deserve this?!" "Chloe, have I been a bad mother to you?" "Why are you doing this?!" She sobbed loudly, addressing the growing crowd. "Everyone, look at this!" "Who has a more unfilial daughter-in-law than me?!" "Just because my son criticized her for spending too much money, not only did she tell everyone she doesn't know him, but she actually made his boss fire him!" The moment she finished, the crowd didn't even give me a chance to explain. They immediately turned their righteous fury on me. "That is disgusting! Getting your husband fired over a petty argument? If that was my wife, I would have beaten her half to death!" "You can tell just by looking at her face that she's bad news. She looks like a gold-digger!" "Look at how glamorous she's dressed, and look at her husband in cheap clothes. This woman is completely ungrateful!" I was burning with fury. I desperately tried to explain to the crowd, "I do not know this man!" "Please, someone call 911!" I was sweating profusely from panic, but someone in the crowd loudly voiced their doubts. "She doesn't look like she's faking it... maybe we should call the police?" "I agree, this seems like something the cops should handle!" "Chloe! Can you please stop this?!" Caleb looked at me with an expression of deep, tortured devotion. Then, he pulled two bright red, official-looking marriage certificates from his pocket. "She is my wife!" "We are legally married!" I stared at those two marriage certificates, completely dumbfounded. To ensure the crowd believed him, he flipped them open. "Look, the people in this photo are us." "This is fake! I don't even know him!" "Chloe! Has it really come to this?! Are you still refusing to forgive my son?" Mrs. Vance's voice cracked, shrill with panic. "Do you want him to die right in front of you before you admit he's your husband?!" I was losing my mind. All I could do was silently pray that someone had actually called 911 and that the police would arrive quickly. Caleb had one hand gripping my leg, and his other hand locked around my wrist. He leaned his entire body weight against me, dropping his voice so only I could hear. "Let me tell you right now, you are not escaping today!" "The one thing you women care about most is your reputation, right?" "I'm going to completely destroy your reputation. Let's see if you submit to me then!" I turned my head and locked eyes with his venomous, psychotic glare. In a split second, his eyes filled with tears again. Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and started violently slapping his own face with it. "Wife! Hit me! Beat me to death!" "As long as you forgive me, I'll do anything!" Mrs. Vance practically crawled to my feet. "Chloe! If you're still angry, beat me!" "I'm old and useless! But I'm not blind!" "My only wish is to see you and Caleb living happily together!" My attempts to defend myself were instantly drowned out by the roar of the crowd's condemnation. "This woman is absolute trash!" "Yeah, and the guy is an idiot too. Can't he just divorce her?" "What do you know? That's true love!" As the crowd swelled, all I could do was scream at the top of my lungs, "They are trying to kidnap me! Please, call 911!" "I really don't know him!" Suddenly, a booming voice echoed from the crowd. "I can vouch for him!" "The woman standing right there..." Looking at that familiar face, a wave of relief washed over me. But a second later, he laughed and said: "Is 100% this man's wife!" "They are a married couple!" My voice caught in my throat, coming out as a hoarse shriek. "You're lying!" "Mr. Davis! You know exactly what my relationship with Caleb is! Why are you lying?!" Mr. Davis casually adjusted his expensive watch, speaking with absolute entitlement. "You're the one lying, aren't you?" "If Caleb hadn't shown me your wedding photos, I really would have fallen for your act!" Caleb nodded in solemn agreement. "Thank you, Mr. Davis!" "If you hadn't helped me trick Chloe into coming here, I really wouldn't have known what to do!" "Chloe, please just be reasonable, okay? Forgive me, please?" "I know I messed up!" His grip on my wrist was brutal, the pain radiating up my arm making it hard to breathe. I had no idea where Caleb had hidden my phone during the scuffle. My last sliver of hope rested entirely on the crowd. "I swear to God, I don't know him! Please, someone call 911!" There was a time when I would scroll through true crime videos online about women being kidnapped in broad daylight, and I could never understand why they couldn't just run away. Now, living it in real time, I finally understood. In this kind of chaotic, overwhelming situation, compounded by Caleb's manipulative victim-playing, Mrs. Vance's hysterical crying, and a "credible" witness validating their story... It was nearly impossible for me to escape. Caleb gripped my wrist like a vice, a sickeningly smug smile on his face. "Stop wasting your energy! No one is going to believe you." Sensing an opening, I lunged forward and bit down as hard as I could on his forearm. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth instantly, spreading rapidly. Caleb gasped in excruciating pain and instinctively shoved me to the ground. I broke free and scrambled to my feet, sprinting away as fast as I could. But the crowd was too thick, mostly comprised of men. They formed a human wall, physically blocking my path and refusing to let me through. "Everyone, help me stop her!" Furious, Caleb lunged forward and grabbed me again, dragging me back. Gritting his teeth, he delivered a brutal backhand slap across my face. "Bitch! I'm trying to give you an out and you spit in my face!" "You want to run?!" "Fine! Give me back my dowry and every single dollar I ever spent on you!" Mrs. Vance wailed theatrically, "This is marriage fraud! This is marriage fraud!" Hearing this, the crowd's disgust toward me reached an absolute fever pitch. "This is literally a gold-digger in the flesh!" "Wow, this is wild! This woman has zero shame!" "How much money did you steal from him?! Pay him back right now!" I had barely opened my mouth to speak when Caleb delivered another vicious slap. "You dirty whore! I was completely blind to marry you!" Just as the words left his mouth, the wail of police sirens pierced the air in the distance. I let out a massive sigh of relief, using every ounce of energy I had left to scream for help. The police quickly pushed through the crowd and reached us. By this point, my face was swollen like a balloon, but I forced myself to stay conscious to report the incident. But the moment I managed to choke out the word "Officer," the tears began falling like broken pearls. "My husb—" Before I could finish the sentence, Caleb stepped forcefully in front of me, lifting his chin arrogantly. "What?" "Are the police getting involved in domestic disputes now?" "I am simply disciplining my own wife!" The lead officer, his face carved from stone, stared at him. "You're saying she's your wife?" Caleb nodded arrogantly. "Obviously." "Who gave you the right to— AHHHH! IT HURTS!" The officer's hand clamped down like a steel trap on Caleb's shoulder, violently spinning him around to face me. "Her name is Chloe Evans, and she is my legally wedded wife!" "Are you implying that my wife would leave me for a pathetic piece of trash like you?"
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