After several days of this, Summer would tremble the moment she saw me. At night, she wouldn't even come to bed until she was sure I was asleep—then she'd quietly slip in beside me.
Even then, I didn't let her off.
After a few months, even the way she walked had changed.
Though she was suffering, for the sake of scamming a house out of me, she endured it.
Soon enough, the day came to get our marriage certificate.
I didn't hesitate. According to plan, I registered our marriage with Summer.
The moment the certificate was in hand, a smug, uncontrollable smile spread across her face.
I smiled too.
The day after, Summer dragged me to the sales office to buy a house.
The development had three floor plans available: an $8 million three-bedroom, a $15 million luxury flat, and a $30 million standalone villa.
Back when we were dating, I'd told Summer I was just a regular tech employee—didn't want to give her too much pressure. To match that story, I'd picked the $8 million three-bedroom as our marital home.
But at the sales office, Summer suddenly pointed at the $15 million model. "Honey, I really love this layout. How about we get this one instead? I'm willing to put in all my savings."