He Gave Away My House During the Vows, So I Canceled the Marriage Chapter 03

He Gave Away My House During the Vows, So I Canceled the Marriage Chapter 03

The doorway erupted in noise.

The same guest who had just been teasing Jason about being a “kept man” stared at the transfer receipt and let out a low whistle. “One point one two million. That’s real money from Jason.”

“So why did she lie and say the house was hers?”

“Girls these days are unbelievable. Already bullying her mother-in-law before the wedding, and now lying through her teeth on top of it. Unbelievable.”

Jason straightened up, barely hiding his smug smile.

He put the phone back in his pocket, crossed his arms, and looked down at me. “Lily, got anything else to say?”

I looked at him and suddenly smiled.

That day, Jason had made an excuse about me being pregnant and the rain making the roads slippery.

He said he was afraid I’d fall, so I should wait in the car while he went in alone to make the payment.

I didn’t think twice. I trusted him with my card and PIN.

Turns out, he took my card, found a way to move all the money into his own name, and then paid for the house as himself.

With his legal training, every step was probably clean, every transaction documented.

Except the trail of that million plus dollars went cold. I had no way to prove the money had ever been mine.

He’d played it perfectly.

And the will? That must have been part of his plan all along.

When I didn’t say anything, Margaret perked up.

All the pitiful kneeling performance was gone. She lifted her chin and said in a heavy, meaningful tone, “Lily, I understand. You young women today want to be strong and independent.”

“But you can’t just claim someone else’s house as your own to save face. Jason paid for it. Saying otherwise will only make you look ridiculous.”

Margaret was on a roll now, her spit nearly landing on my face. “But I’m the elder here, so I won’t hold it against you. Young people, everyone has a little vanity, right?”

Her eyes darted around, and the corners of her mouth turned up.

“Tell you what. If you still want to go through with the wedding, we can. But at the ceremony, you’ll need to kneel and apologize properly. Then we can move on and be a family again.”

She raised her eyebrows at me like she was offering me the greatest gift in the world just by letting the wedding continue.

Jason chimed in, “My mom is already being reasonable. What more do you want?”

I ignored Margaret and asked Jason directly.

“How much do you make a month?”

He blinked, frowning. “Why are you asking that?”

“If I remember correctly, you told me eight thousand dollars.”

“So tell me, how did you buy a million-dollar house on an eight-thousand-dollar salary?”

I stared into his eyes. “Don’t tell me you won the lottery.”

Before Jason could answer, Margaret panicked.

She snatched the phone from Jason’s pocket, unlocked it with his face while he was still confused, and frantically scrolled to the bank messages in his texts.

Then she held it up to the crowd.

“Look, everyone! Look how much my son makes a month! Over forty thousand dollars!”

She turned to me and clucked her tongue. “A little million-dollar house? He could buy that after two years of working.”

“Meanwhile you’re pregnant before marriage, throwing yourself at him, and already eyeing your in-laws’ property before you’ve even officially joined the family. Is this what your parents taught you?”

She shot me a sideways look and added, “Oh, I forgot. Your parents died a long time ago. Nobody taught you anything.”

The crowd erupted.

Jason’s aunt was the first to speak. “Oh wow, pregnant and fighting with her mother-in-law already? She’s using the baby to manipulate everyone!”

Someone else jumped in. “With that kind of money, Jason could have any girl he wants. This woman probably saw he was rich and tried to trap him. Who even knows if that baby is his?”

“Margaret is so patient. If that were me, I would have thrown a woman with no sense of decency out of my house a long time ago.”

The words hit me like knives.

Margaret stood there, proud as a peacock.

Jason’s face was dark, and he reached for the phone. “Mom! What are you doing!”

Too late.

I stared at the long string of zeros on that bank message, and whatever last shred of hope I had left died right there.

For three years, he had transferred seven thousand dollars to me every month after getting paid. He said he only needed one thousand dollars for himself and was giving me the rest. And I believed him.

I had taken every dollar and given it right back to his mother. I felt bad for him, thinking he was struggling, so I kept buying him things.

And when we bought the house, I insisted on adding his name because I didn’t want him to feel slighted.

Now I saw the truth. He took my parents’ inheritance, wrote it into his will to give to his mother, and played me for a complete fool.

Fine then. It was time to settle the score.

I pulled my phone from my clutch. The screen was still lit.

Call duration: thirty minutes and eleven seconds.

I raised the phone to my ear and spoke into the receiver.

“Did you get all that?”