He Faked the Wine, So I Faked a $5 Million Prize—Now He's Ruined — Novel

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In the world of deceit and shattered dreams, Joy finds herself at a crossroads when her husband, Ryan, hands her what seems like a generous gift: two bottles of Moutai. But when the truth is revealed—that the celebrated liquor is nothing but cheap bulk alcohol—Joy's plan for revenge begins to brew. With a fake prize of five million dangling before her, she sets a trap that could either liberate her from years of manipulation or plunge her deeper into a web of lies.

As Joy navigates the treacherous waters of her marriage, the stakes rise with every confrontation. Ryan’s true colors emerge, revealing a man torn between loyalty to his controlling mother and the love he once professed for Joy. Can their bond withstand the pressure of greed and betrayal? Or will Joy’s quest for justice lead to a complete unraveling of their lives?

With tension simmering and alliances shifting, Joy must decide how far she’s willing to go to reclaim her dignity. Will she emerge victorious, or will the price of revenge be too high? In this gripping tale of love and lies, nothing is as it seems, and the truth may come at a devastating cost.

He Faked the Wine, So I Faked a $5 Million Prize—Now He's RuinedChapter 1

My husband came home from work and handed me an exquisite gift box. Inside were two bottles of Moutai.

"New Year's is coming up. Take two bottles of good liquor to Dad."

I smiled and took it, my heart warm.

Married for three years, this was the first time Ryan had ever taken the initiative to buy something for my dad.

Carrying the gift box, I walked to the garage and realized I hadn't brought the keys.

When I went back to the door, before I could even knock, I heard Susan Lambert's voice:

"You really bought Moutai for her dad? Do you have so much money you don't know where to spend it? Will her dad, that poor hick, even know how to drink it?"

My steps paused.

I heard my husband laugh. "How could that be? The bottles were empties my boss threw away. I filled them with bulk white liquor from the supermarket—eighteen bucks a pound. Her dad is just a farmer. What good stuff does he deserve?"

Mrs. Lambert's voice immediately softened. "My son is smart! You know how to live!"

After a long silence, I turned around and went back to the car.

Rubbing the gift box at my side, I curled my lip and sent my husband a message.