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!”

the document and pushed it toward Larissa again. His index finger pointed at the place where the signatures were meant to be and said, “Take a closer look, then

a flamboyant signature that said her name. The penmanship was one that she was most familiar with, and it did not seem like it

be dated three months ago! After a bit of calculating, it must have been shortly

And yet she had

finally managed to speak through gritted teeth. “I do not remember

her into signing anything, but she could

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. Based on the law, I don’t have the obligation to give you

went on his phone for a moment before showing a photo to Larissa. “I’ve completed the

only Travis’s name on

the image. In an instant, she was unable to

rapped his knuckles on the table and brought her back to reality. “Hurry up and sign the agreement. I still need to look after Amber at the hospital. I

voice was light but firm. Before she figured out

don’t sign it, the house

repeated. “I don’t mind wasting time with you. Let’s see who can drag things out the

Travis gnashed his

ignored him and took out a 20-dollar bill and left it on the table. She then picked up her bag

his voice, his expression savage. “You know what my parents are like. Aren’t you afraid

Larissa was afraid. But she could not show it, or else Travis would have

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

shifted a little. “Murder is against the law!” he hissed in a low tone even as

casually tossed out those words and quickly left the

…

obviously could not actually drag things out forever with Travis. Not for any other reason but that she simply did not want to have anything to