Chapter 7
As soon as he entered the door, he started shouting loudly, “Arely, what on earth did you do? Now everyone in the whole neighborhood knows!”
I looked confused, and foolishly asked him, “What is it that everyone in the whole neighborhood knows? What are you talking about, honey?”
“Don’t you really know?
He looked at me in confusion, unable to believe that I had not heard about something that everyone in the entire neighborhood knew.
I nodded anxiously, “After our last argument, I waited for you at home every day, wanting to apologize to you. I didn’t feel like going out and didn’t even have the mood to check my phone. Did you send me any messages?”
As I spoke, I pretended to pick up my phone, getting ready to browse
He immediately grabbed my hand when he saw the situation, anxiously apologizing. “There is nothing, no wife. You don’t need to look, I’m sorry, I made a muistalon”
1 seized the opportunity and put on an excited expression, “Honey, I have good news to tell you! I have found my biological father!”
“Is that so? Congratulations to you.” He responded lacklusterly, not caring about my happiness or sadness.
He was probably only concerned about the fact that his affair was exposed and he would be socially ostracized.
The next piece of news, he couldn’t stay calm after hearing it.
I took out the bright red property certificate and waved it in front of him, saying, “My dad is really wealthy now. I heard that we are still renting a house, so he directly bought this house and gave it to me.”
He stared at me in shock, fixed his gaze on my eyes, and, after confirming that I hadn’t lied to him, snatched the property deed from me and examined it carefully.
“Really? Real estate unit number 602, real estate owner Arely Buchanan.”
He pronounced it slowly and deliberately three times. His expression was filled with ecstasy, and his feet felt weak, as if he were dancing on clouds.
Afterwards, Alex excitedly picked me up and spun around in excitement.
“Honey, we are a couple, so this house still belongs to me, right?
He was throwing the counting beads at me, almost hitting my face.
I tried hard to restrain my facial features twisted with disgust and said cheerfully, “Of course, my dear husband, what’s mine is yours. You see, I’m not wrong, our good days are still ahead of us.”
She, who was overwhelmed with joy, of course didn’t realize that his name was not on the property deed.
My father was a shrewd businessman, and he even specifically stated in the gift contract that the house was only to be given to my daughter, Arely Buchanan
Let Alex continue to have sweet dreams for a while longer
How beautiful it is now, as painful as it was when the dream was shattered.
