Sweet Subterfuge

“What the hell do you mean?” Larissa was no longer able to keep calm, and she leaped to her feet, scaring the waiter who had brought her drink over.

“Your—your lemon tea, miss.” The waiter put the cup on the table nervously, his eyes darting between the two before leaving. Even then, he kept turning back to look at them.

Having been interrupted like that, Larissa recognized that she was in a public setting and somewhat restrained her discontent.

“I paid the down payment, and I’ve been paying the monthly mortgage too. If the house has nothing to do with me, then who else could it belong to?” She struggled to keep her voice low enough so that only the two of them could hear.

Hearing this, Travis unhurriedly retrieved yet another document from his ever-present briefcase.

“Take a look at this.”

On the top of the first page, bold letters announced the document to be an agreement for the gifting of property. Larissa’s gaze stopped at the title for two seconds before she began reading quickly—

Gifter: Larissa Seymour (hereinafter referred to as Party A”)

Giftee: Travis Hardy (hereinafter referred to as Party B)

The gift was precisely the house that they lived in after their marriage.

“What are you showing me this for? You want me to sign this?” Larissa tossed the papers back at him with a cold smile. “I’m telling you, Hardy, dream on!”

not frustrated at all. In fact, there was a triumphant smirk on his face that he could not hide. He turned to the last page of the document and pushed it toward Larissa again. His index finger pointed at the place

A” was a flamboyant signature that said her name. The penmanship was one that

three months ago! After a

been plotting against her since the beginning! And yet

She finally managed to speak through gritted teeth. “I do

she could not recall seeing anything remotely like

of whether or not you remember, you did sign it. I’ve had this agreement notarized.” Travis refused to give her an explanation and simply emphasized the last few words. “You’ve given me the house, so it’s mine.

Travis went on his phone for a moment before showing a photo to

was only Travis’s name on it.

the image. In an instant, she was unable to think.

brought her back to reality. “Hurry up and sign the agreement. I still need to look after Amber at the hospital. I don’t have time to waste

out

you serious?” Travis scowled irritably. “Even if you don’t sign it, the house is still mine. It’s impossible to give it back to

time with you. Let’s see who

Travis gnashed

20-dollar bill and left it on the table. She then picked up her bag and rose from her seat. Before she could take two steps further, Travis

through carefully.” He lowered his voice, his expression savage. “You know what my parents are like. Aren’t you afraid they’ll cause a scene at your hotel

afraid. But she could not show it, or else

back and ask your parents—” A mocking smile appeared on her face. “If they have

against the law!” he hissed in a low tone even as a

casually tossed out those words and quickly left the cafe while Travis was

…

forever with Travis. Not for any other reason but that she simply did not want to have anything to do with him anymore.