Chapter 3

Hearing my anger, Lucas softened his tone.

He said gently:

"Of course we can't sell this house."

At that time, I really thought he was considering our future.

But it wasn't until I saw his chat history with Mia that I realized.

His future didn't include me at all.

This house we bought when we got married was in Lucas's name.

So he didn't want to sell it.

He planned to live there with Mia after getting rid of me.

As for the money for Mia's prayers, he had his eye on the house my parents left me.

"Didn't your parents leave you an old house? Why don't we... sell that one?"

I disagreed.

Lucas then became upset, accusing me of being heartless.

He started drowning his sorrows in alcohol every day, refusing to come home.

During that time, I felt like our family was about to fall apart.

Under pressure, I finally agreed and listed the old house online.

...

"The prayer session is complete. For this time's payment, let's do a bank transfer, shall we?"

The advisor, like many times before, chanted a bunch of things I couldn't understand.

After about half an hour, the prayer session was considered complete.

Lucas immediately nodded, signaling me to pay.

I took out my phone, remembering the chat history I had seen.

"This woman is so stupid, she believes everything you say?"

"I didn't expect her to be so obedient, doing whatever I tell her to."

"Honey, how long until we can be together for good?"

"Just wait a bit longer. Once that old house is sold and we get the money, we'll have the startup funds for our new home!"

Thinking back to those words now, I wasn't as heartbroken anymore.

I just felt disgusted.

My love for Lucas had become his tool to exploit me.

How ridiculous...

Seeing that I hadn't transferred the money yet, Lucas grew anxious.

"Honey, what's wrong? Hurry up and pay, the advisor is waiting."

"You don't want Mia to become a wandering ghost, do you?"