When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk.

"Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?"

My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment.

I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now?

"But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite.

"He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into the apartment."

Rosalie Sullivan.

That name makes my head buzz loudly.

I have practically worked myself to the bone for ten years to secure the internal allocation that got me this subsidized apartment in the city center.

In fact, I've only received the notification that I'll be receiving this apartment yesterday.

To think that Matthew Lowe actually has the audacity to receive the keys behind my back and give the apartment to someone else!

As for Rosalie, she's the poor widow left behind by Matthew's best friend. She and her child are also the very same people whom I've personally supported out of my pocket and looked after for three years.

I clutch my phone tightly at that moment.

I, Lynette Grant, had worked myself to the bone for the company for ten years in exchange for this subsidized apartment in the city center.

This achievement came at the cost of a neck condition and stomach issues.

Last month, I even had a discussion with Matthew Lowe in the living room.

Once I got the keys, I would do a basic renovation and bring my in-laws from the village to stay here with us.

However, I didn't know that he had forged my signature behind my back. He had given the apartment to the mother and son.

I took out my phone with trembling hands. Then, I dialed Matthew's number.

The call only got through after a long time.

I heard a drilling sound and a child's laughter in the background. "I'm fixing the pipes for Rosie. Dear, what's wrong?"

"Why did you give Rosalie the keys to the apartment my company gave me?" I asked.

There was dead silence on the other end of the line.

"I'm really busy right now." He hastily ended the call.

When I called again, I heard a message saying that the call couldn't get through.

The manager of the logistics department forced himself to stay calm and stood up. "Ms. Grant, isn't he illegally occupying your property? Should I report this to security?"

I took a deep breath and said, "It's fine. It's just a misunderstanding within my family."

I left the office and got into my car.

I stared at the exquisite LEGO toy on the passenger's seat.

I had deliberately gone to the mall the night before to buy this gift for Zachary Lowe's fourth birthday.

…

On a rainy night three years ago, Matthew came to my house with Rosalie Sullivan and her son, Zachary Lowe, who had just turned one year old.

The tall, strong man knelt at the entrance. His eyes were bloodshot.

Matthew said his childhood friend, Charles Kirk, was hit by a truck that had lost control while trying to save him.

He said he would do anything he could to take care of Charles' wife and son.

I was moved by how much he valued his late friend.

Over the past three years, I had pulled strings to help Rosalie secure an easy administrative position.

I took 3,000 dollars of my salary every month to pay for their rent, and I even let her drive my old BMW.

I thought I married a faithful man with integrity, and I thought of cherishing them like my own family.

Now that I thought about it, people had been taking advantage of my kindness and tolerance.

..

I drove into the garage and stayed in the car for a long time before I went upstairs.

I opened the door, and the aroma of food wafted through my nose.

Matthew was wearing an apron. He stepped out of the kitchen with a plate of fish.

He flashed a gentle smile. "Dear, you're home. Wash your hands. I've cooked your favorite fish today."

I didn't change my shoes; I just walked straight to the dining table.

I tapped on my phone and showed him a digital copy of the transfer agreement. "You had someone forge my stamp to sign this, didn't you?"

The plate in Matthew's hand shook slightly, and the sauce spilled on the wooden table.

The smile on his face froze. "Lyn, let me explain."

He anxiously set the plate down and removed the heat-resistant gloves. "The house Rosalie rented was leaking. The owner suddenly increased the rent and wanted to kick them out.

"Charles died because he tried to save me. I can't just do nothing while his wife and kid are out on the street!"

I kept a straight face as I watched his righteous act.

"So, you gave my employee benefit away to please her? It took me ten years of youth and hard work to get that house!" I bellowed.

Matthew's face was flushed red. The veins on his neck were bulging. "It's just an empty house. You're making a lot of money annually. We're also staying in a luxury apartment now!

"You're capable of helping them. Why must you force me into doing this? Why do you have to back a mother and her son into a corner?"

He twisted the narrative and put all the blame on me, calling me cruel.

I pointed at the door. "You stole my house, so how is it my fault? Matthew, this is a fraud. It's illegal."

His eyes flashed, but rage filled them in the next instant. "We're a couple. How is it a fraud when I'm just occupying your house?

"You're too worked up right now. I can't communicate with you."

Irritated, he tugged on his hair and grabbed the car key from the entrance.

"I'm spending the night at the dorm. Both of us should calm down." He strode out of the house and slammed the door shut.

Our son, Ethan Lowe, came out of his room holding his toy car. He tugged at my sleeve timidly. "Mommy, why did Daddy leave without eating?"

I squatted and hugged my son tightly.

…

After soothing Ethan to sleep, I sat in the study by myself.

Matthew said that we were a couple, and his words were like a wake-up call to me.

Since he thought he had the right to manage our assets however he liked, I wondered what he had done to our savings.

I opened the drawer and searched for the metal container where I kept all the important documents.

The USB drive containing all our financial information for buying a new house near the school was placed at the bottom of the drawer.

I inserted the USB drive into the computer and typed the password.

When the figures popped up on the screen, I felt my blood run cold in an instant.

I had 380 thousand dollars in that account, but there was only 1,500 dollars left now.

My hands were trembling as I tapped to view the transaction history.

Over the last six months, all the funds had been transferred in a few batches to an account ending in 6789.

The account holder was Rosalie Sullivan.

…

The next afternoon, I applied for leave from my company.

I hailed a cab and went to the subsidized apartment.

Instead of going in through the main door, I borrowed the spare key from the manager of the management office.

The lock clicked open softly.

I saw two pairs of slippers of different sizes at the entrance.

I slowed down and heard laughter coming from the balcony when I walked to the living room.

"Matt, you came out so late last night. Wouldn't Lyn grow suspicious?" Rosalie spoke in such a sweet voice that it made goosebumps appear all over my body.

Matthew's laughter sounded. "Don't worry. She's such a prideful woman. She won't make her dirty laundry public.

"As long as I keep saying that I'm repaying Charles, she has no choice but to accept it."

I heard the rustle of fabric. It sounded like Rosalie was helping him to tidy up his clothes.

"You're smart to have transferred the 380 thousand dollars to me in batches. I've put everything in a fixed deposit. Once things settle down, we'll look for a decent school for Zachary with the money.

"Lyn really is something. She's making a lot of money. There's nothing wrong with her sharing some with us."

I stood behind the wall and bit my lip hard. A wave of nausea washed over me.

It turned out that he hadn't gone to his company dorm the night before.

He had forged my signature and transferred my assets. They had taken advantage of my kindness and made me look like a fool.

Instead of dashing out and kicking up a fuss, I tapped on the recording button. I blocked the camera with my fingers and recorded their conversation.

I saved the clip and uploaded it to the cloud as a backup.

Later, I quietly left this unpleasant place that made me feel sick.

…

At 2:00 pm, I sat at Quinn Smith's law firm.

Instead of wasting time on small talk, I emailed the printed transaction history and that video with only the audio to her work email.

Quinn was an expert in dealing with financial disputes and divorce lawsuits.

She put on her earphones and listened to the conversation. Her face darkened instantly. "Lynette, they take you as their ATM."

Quinn placed the copy of the transaction history on the table and circled the transactions with a red pen.

"What he did was an illegal transfer of marital assets.

"If you file for divorce, not only will he have to leave with nothing, but the third party, Rosalie, also has to return everything in full," Quinn explained.

I stared at the glaring red circles calmly. "What about my apartment?"

"The subsidized apartment is an employee-exclusive benefit for you. He's violated the company's policy by forging your signature."

Quinn clasped her hands. Her gaze was piercing. "If you allow me to, I can issue a legal notice to his workplace.

"At the same time, you have to submit a formal declaration to your company's logistics and security departments and make them kick out irrelevant personnel."

I nodded and signed my name on the authorization letter without hesitation.

"Quinn, there's one more thing." I raised my head, my gaze cold.

"They were talking like a married couple in the recording. It's too strange. Please hire a private investigator and find out who Zachary's biological father is.

"I suspect that the late Charles is just someone they made up to con me out of my money."

Quinn shot me a meaningful look and agreed to my request solemnly.

After leaving the law firm, I went to a bank nearby right away.

I froze and transferred all the savings under my name.

Not only was I determined to win this battle, but I would make sure they paid a heavy price for what they had done.

…

My acting was flawless over the past three days.

I went to work like usual and ate the food Matthew prepared for me.

Even when Rosalie came to my house with Zachary, I happily gave him some candy.

Matthew thought I had accepted the fact that he had given the subsidized apartment to Rosalie, so he started pushing my limits.

"Lyn, Rosalie said there isn't a decent kitchen hood in the apartment. Can you ask your company's logistics department to install a new one?"

I watched how entitled he was acting. Then, I swallowed the food. "The application is going to take forever. I'll pay and hire someone to install one tomorrow."

Matthew's eyes lit up instantly. "Dear, I know you've always been considerate."

He walked up to me and wanted to hug me, but I dodged him while tidying up the table.

…

The next afternoon, Quinn called me and revealed, "I've sent the legal notice to Matthew's department."

Quinn spoke in a fast and steady manner. "I sent it directly to the superior of his department and disciplinary unit.

"I've requested him to stop occupying the subsidized house and return the 380 thousand dollars he had obtained illegally."

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office. "Alright."

In less than an hour, my phone blew up with calls from Matthew.

I muted my phone and flipped it over on the desk.

After work, I deliberately stayed in the office for another half an hour.

When I opened the door to my house, I was greeted with a mess in the living room.

Matthew kept pacing around the living room like a raging lion.

As soon as he saw me, he dashed toward me. "Lynette, are you out of your mind?"

He was holding the crinkled legal notice. "Did you send this to my department? My superior was looking at me as if I were a thief today! Do you know that?"

I changed into my slippers and hung my bag on the rack. "You forged my signature, took away my apartment, and stole my savings. Isn't that what a thief would do?"

"I only want to repay Charles so that he can rest in peace!" he bellowed frantically, almost spitting his saliva all over my face.

"Not only are you making things hard for Rosalie and her son, but you're also ruining my future! Lynette, are you heartless?"

As I watched him act self-righteous, I walked toward the coffee table and took out my phone. Then, I connected it to the speakers through Bluetooth.

Then, I pressed the play button.

Rosalie's soft yet scheming voice instantly echoed through the living room. "Lyn is making a lot of money. This means nothing to her. Now that we have the rent of the shop, I can ease your burden a little."

Matthew's voice rang out after that. "She's such a prideful person. As long as I bring up Charles…

"Her money is also mine. Don't worry and just keep the money."