My husband found himself a wealthy mistress. Every few days, he’d secretly transfer money to my account. In just six months, he sent me a cool $618,000. I was considering divorcing him. But then I thought about it. Screw that! Divorce? Every second spent thinking about leaving him was an insult to the money. Where else would I find such a "family-oriented" husband who hustles so hard for our bank account? I should let him rake in a little more, right? 1 Sierra slapped me so hard my face burned instantly. "Are you crazy?" I looked up at her, clutching my cheek, totally bewildered. "Chloe! You liar! Are you and your husband running a scam on me?!" Before I could react, my coworkers swarmed around us. "Who are you? Why did you hit her?" She pointed a finger right at my nose and started screaming. "Your husband, Chase, used my credit card to transfer money to you! Six hundred and eighteen thousand dollars in six months! Did you think I wouldn't find out?" I froze for a second, then it clicked. Ah. This must be Chase's sugar mama. The "Side Piece." She grabbed my collar, her face twisted in rage. "You dirty couple! Six hundred grand! Did you think I was an ATM just to clear your shopping cart?" With that one sentence, I became the center of attention. Every phone in the office was out, cameras flashing. Sierra raised her hand and slapped me again, knocking me to the floor. She shouted to everyone, "Look at her! This woman is a fraud! She and her husband are scammers!" She cursed and tried to hit me again. My coworker, Lisa, stepped in. "That's enough! We know Chloe. Stop or we're calling the cops!" "Call them! Do it!" She laughed like a maniac. "I want to see how she explains this to the police! Spending my money? I’m going to beat you until you’re toothless, or my name isn't Sierra Vance!" She was thrashing like an angry octopus, trying to tear me apart. My colleagues held her back while she screamed. I smoothed my messy hair and stood up. Calm. Unbothered. "Ma'am. You keep saying my husband and I scammed you. I don't even know who you are. How exactly did I scam you?" She glared at me, trembling. "Don't play dumb! I don't believe you don't know who I am!" I gasped, covering my mouth in mock surprise. "Wait... what is your relationship with him?" Sierra blushed, glancing around nervously. "It doesn't matter! You stole my money, and you're going to pay it back!" I stared straight into her eyes. "Are you... my husband's mistress?" That set her off. She lunged. "Bullshit! He's keeping me? He's a broke driver! He couldn't afford me! I was keeping him..." The office gasped in collective shock. I smiled faintly. "So, you admit you had an affair with my husband?" She choked but doubled down. "So what?! Chase is a dog! He spent my money, drove my car, and used my cash to support his wife!" I pulled out my phone, satisfied. "I recorded that. And I've called the police for assault. My colleagues are witnesses." "See you at the precinct." Hearing I was pressing charges, Sierra lost it completely and tried to swing at me again. 2 The police arrived just in time. We were hauled off to the station. The moment we sat down, she started wailing. She claimed fraud, emotional damage, the works. She pulled out chat logs and transfer records with Chase as proof. "Officer, look! I bought him a house, a car! And he gave all the money to this woman! How could he do this to me?" Tears streamed down her face. She was genuinely heartbroken by Chase's betrayal. But the cops just stared at her. Like she was an idiot. She claimed fraud, but her own evidence proved she was having an affair. She knew he was married. A homewrecker coming after the wife? The audacity was impressive. "Civil disputes aren't our jurisdiction," the officer said dryly. She jumped up. "He used my money to feed his wife! There has to be a law against that!" Just as she was about to throw a tantrum, Chase arrived. Sierra flew at him, pummeling his chest. "Chase, you bastard! You played me!" She collapsed into sobbing hysterics. The police pried them apart. Chase, face scratched and bleeding, glared at her. "Sierra, are you out of your mind?" "You call me crazy?! Where is your conscience? I treated you like a king, and you gave everything to her behind my back!" Chase didn't even blink. "Stop screaming! She's my wife! Who else am I supposed to spend money on?" I watched from the side, jaw on the floor. Well. That was a new one. He saw me then, and his face transformed into pure concern. He rushed over. "Babe, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Seeing the bruise on my face, he turned on Sierra, furious. "Look what you did! I told you to leave my wife alone!" Sierra snapped. "Chase! How can you do this? Are you even a man?" "Yesterday you held me and said you loved me! You said you wanted to marry me! If I hadn't seen the transfers, you would have emptied my accounts, wouldn't you?!" "I said I loved you and you believed it?" Sierra wept, broken. "You said you had no feelings for your wife! You said she was a nag! You said she was a dead fish in bed! You said I was exciting..." "Shut up!" Chase turned beet red. "Have some shame!" "I'm telling you the truth now. I never loved you! I was just with you for the money!" "You were stupid enough to throw yourself at me!" "I only love my wife. Get that through your head!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me out, leaving Sierra standing there in the wreckage of her delusion. 3 The moment we got home, Chase dropped to his knees on the living room tiles. "Chloe, I messed up." I ignored him, pouring myself a glass of water. "I'm scum. I shouldn't have let you get hurt. I was blinded by greed. I don't care about her money or her looks... she just... she threw money at me..." He was crying now, begging. It was confusing. Did he love me? He cheated. Did he hate me? He hustled over half a million dollars from his mistress and gave it all to me. "So, what? Should I give you a 'Husband of the Year' award?" He went pale. "I just made a mistake. It's a mistake any man could make..." The bedroom door opened. My in-laws rushed out. "You idiot!" My mother-in-law smacked the back of his head. "We have a good life! Why go out and mess around?" They didn't know the details, only that their son had angered me again. Since Chase was useless career-wise and I paid the bills, they always took my side. After a scolding, Chase confessed everything. A year ago, he got a job driving for a wealthy tycoon. Over the last six months, he transferred me $1.3 million total. I asked where it came from. He said the boss gave him stock tips. Turns out, he was being a gigolo. Sierra was the tycoon's mistress. And she was keeping Chase on the side. My in-laws were horrified. His mom started crying. "You worthless boy! Earning dirty money like that!" Chase hung his head, face burning. "I know I was wrong. But I swear, I never wanted a divorce. I felt nothing for her!" "Nothing? Then why sleep with her? Can't control yourself?" His mom raised her hand again. Chase flinched. "She forced it! She said I was... good. She said her old man was useless, treating her like a pet. She was lonely! She threatened suicide if I left..." I scoffed. "Popular guy." He crawled to me, grabbing my pant leg. "Chloe, I swear, I never wanted to leave you. I just saw how rich she was. I make nothing. You work so hard... I just wanted to help..." Right. So I should give him an award. Selling his body to support his wife. Kissing me by day, servicing a sugar mama by night. The hustle was real. "Okay," I looked down at him. "So, she's suing us for fraud. She wants the money back. What's the plan?" Chase stiffened. "Screw her! She gave it willingly! I earned that money! Why should I give it back?" I told him to get up, but he clung to my leg. "Chloe, if you don't forgive me, I won't get up. What do I have to do?" I stared at him. "I can forgive you. But..." 4 Six months ago, when the first transfer hit, I knew something was off. Stock tips? From a billionaire to a chauffeur? Please. I checked his phone while he slept. I found the texts with Sierra. Chase was a master manipulator. He gave her exactly the emotional validation she craved, and she paid him for it. The funny part was, he immediately forwarded the cash to me. My first instinct was divorce. My best friend, Zoe, called me an idiot. "That necklace you're wearing? How much?" she asked. "Three grand." "Bracelet?" "Five hundred." "Bag?" I couldn't help it. I smiled. She grinned back. "See?" My anger evaporated. "Look," Zoe said. "Your husband's... equipment... was just gathering dust. Now he's putting it to work for the family economy. It's brilliant!" I nodded. "Valid point." "If it were me," she laughed, "I'd make sure he kept that mistress happy so the checks keep clearing." I raised my glass. "To you. The voice of reason." "What else do you need?" she asked mischievously. I pretended to think. "An Audi A6." A month later, the money for the Audi hit my account. I pretended not to know where it came from. I moved it to a secure account. I made Chase soup. A reward for his hard labor. He drank it with tears in his eyes. He used to beg for my attention. Now that I was "sweet" to him, he was putty in my hands. "Babe, you're so good to me," he sniffled. I smiled. Not as good as you, working the night shift. When I told him we needed to fake a divorce so he could scam her for one last big score, he cried. "Chloe! You haven't forgiven me! I won't do it!" I pushed him away gently. "I don't blame you. Really." He gulped. "Serious?" "Yes. We divorce on paper. You go back, make up with her, and keep the money flowing." He stared. "You... aren't afraid I'll leave for real?" I laughed. "Could you?" He shook his head violently. "Never." I leaned back. "Sierra is a gold mine. $600k isn't enough for a kid, for a future. We need to think big." He was silent, eyes red. "Chase, I'm doing this for us. For our family," I said softly. "The opportunity is right there. Are you willing to do the work?"
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