A Bet That Changed My Life

Marcus finished the glass of punch in his hand. Then, he helped me into the car as my head felt a little dizzy.

Halfway through the drive, the car suddenly slammed on the brakes. I jolted awake and saw a black SUV blocking the road in front of us. I recognized it instantly. It was Finn’s car. Through the window, I could clearly see Sophie sitting in the passenger seat as well.

Finn got out in just a few strides and walked over, knocking on my door.

Marcus rolled the window down halfway. In his sunglasses, he met Finn’s gaze head-on.

“Are you looking for my wife?” he asked calmly.

Finn looked him up and down. Leaning one hand against the car window, he smiled with blatant mockery.

“Ruth, the actor you hired is pretty convincing. A wedding that drags on so long must’ve taken quite some effort, huh?”

The corner of my mouth twitched. If I’d brought the marriage certificate with me, I would’ve slapped it right in his face. However, when it came to Finn, I didn’t even have the patience to prove myself anymore.

“Get off the road,” I said coldly.

Finn’s expression shifted subtly. Then, he quickly returned to normal, saying, “Soph forgot her coat. It’s cold outside. Give her yours.”

Sophie glanced at me. Then, she turned her head away in open disdain.

I was honestly speechless.

“Finn,” I said, “are you really that broke now?”

He used to do things like that all the time. He enjoyed watching me get jealous and upset over him. Then, when I finally lost my temper, he’d toss out a few words to placate me. Over and over, my emotions would rebound. I always left room for false hope, thinking maybe, to him, I was different.

Yet now, I was calm. I reached back, grabbed the coat from the back seat, and tossed it straight at Finn.

“It’s fine,” I said flatly. “Consider it a gift.”

That coat was a matching couple’s design that we’d bought together back in university. It really was time to throw it away.

He recognized it instantly and froze. A second later, anger crept into his voice.

“Ruth, isn’t this enough? Don’t push it too far.”

Before he could say more, Marcus stepped on the gas. The car sped forward, smoothly turning and passing the SUV. A moment later, the car came to a stop. Only then did I realize this wasn’t Marcus’s home. It was a high-end luxury clothing store.

Marcus got out and opened the door for me.

“Come on,” he said.

“Huh? Today?” I hesitated. “I don’t really need clothes.”

Without missing a beat, he shifted the topic.

“Maybe you don’t,” he replied. “But I do. Mainly, I’m short on some couple-matching outfits.”

He then took long strides toward the entrance.

Meanwhile, I stood there stiffly for a long moment. How did Marcus know that coat had a his and hers?