After Funding My Fiancé’s Lies, I Took Back Everything

The day I received the $1.8 billion reimbursement, I promptly quit my job. I poured a billion into my fiancé's project and assembled a first-rate medical team for my supposedly paralyzed brother-in-law.

On my way home, I called Dakota Snyder, joking that I was now jobless and planning to become a stay-at-home spouse. He hung up without a word. Concerned something might be wrong at home, I rushed back, feeling anxious.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I overheard my brother-in-law grumbling that I was a liability. "She still thinks she can remain my sister-in-law? If it weren't for her money, I wouldn't have pretended to be paralyzed!"

"And besides, my brother has already landed a rich heiress. That useless woman can wait to be shown the door!"

I stood there, shocked. Faking paralysis? A burden? I had treated them like family, yet they only wanted to exploit me. Dakota's mother, Selene, laughed boisterously. "I never saw her as a daughter-in-law; only someone like Haven, a true heiress, is good enough for my son!"

I felt like my world had shattered. When Dakota lost his job, I’d used my connections to land him a position at his current company, even asking his boss, Haven, to mentor him. Little did I know, I was handing my fiancé over to someone else. No wonder he’d been pulling long nights lately; those nights were more lucrative than I realized.

Rage boiled inside me, and I couldn’t stay silent any longer. I burst through the door with a loud bang. The two of them jumped at the sudden sound. Selene was about to start scolding but froze when she saw me, unsure if I’d overheard them. Her voice was shaky as she asked, "Amaris, what brings you here?"

My expression was icy as her words about kicking me out of my own house echoed in my mind. I suppressed my rising fury and glared at her. "Why? Am I not welcome in my own home?"

As I walked further in, I saw Cade pretending to have leg pain in his wheelchair. Three years ago, he’d saved me from a mugging on my way home from a late shift, only to end up paralyzed in both legs when the attacker returned. The doctors said he’d never walk again. Feeling guilty and compassionate, I insisted that Dakota bring him and his mother from their rural home to the city. Without a place for them to stay, I cleared out the new apartment my parents had left me so we could all be under one roof. I spent every penny I had, seeking medical treatment for Cade, hoping to alleviate his leg pain. I’d been doing this for three long years, only to learn it had all been a façade.

Cade's voice cut through my thoughts, still whining, "Aren’t you supposed to be at work? Coming home at this hour will cost you your paycheck. You said you’d save a million for my surgery, but