He Came Back Delusional

The second I hit call, Jason snatched my phone. He stared at the contact name. "Mr. Harding? How do you know my dad?"

Margo dropped onto my couch, looking way too pleased with herself. "I'm about to marry Arthur Harding, the richest man in Seavora. That makes my son his son. Got it? As my future daughter-in-law, you should transfer this house to Jason. It'll look good when I marry into the family."

Oh.

So that's the angle.

She must be the "new partner" my father-in-law mentioned a few days ago.

Jason didn't even qualify as an illegitimate son, and he was already throwing his weight around like he owned the title.

And let's be real—the Harding family only became the richest in Seavora because of my husband, Hank Harding. Arthur had nothing to do with it.

Jason opened his mouth to talk into my phone—then the call cut. Fine. Hank was probably already on his way.

Margo snapped again when I didn't react. "Before Jason changes his mind, you'd better come with us to the county office and transfer the house. It's just a loyalty test. Once you give the Harding family a nice, chubby baby boy, you'll be taken care of."

They really thought I'd go along with that?

"Are you insane?" I pointed at the door. "Get out."

Jason dropped onto the couch, legs crossed. "No rush. Let's talk. I even brought my mom to discuss marriage—pretty sincere, right? Marry me, and you'll be a rich wife. Where else are you getting a deal like this?"

I let out a short laugh. "If you're such a catch now, why come back to me? Go find someone else."

Margo shot up and smacked my hip. "We were told you bring good luck! You'll boost Jason's fortune. And you'll have two boys—no need to worry about a girl! Just take the win! Don't act all high and mighty just because you've got a mansion."

My temper snapped.

"Bringing luck?" Yeah, right. They just wanted my house—for free—and a status upgrade.

I kept my voice steady. "I'm married. Now get out."

"Married?!" Jason grabbed my hand, panicked. "You really think that'll make me chase you harder? Or are you still mad about that gift?"

That "gift"? Please.

Valentine's Day—he sent me $1.43. I took it to save his ego. Then he asked for $143 back, said relationships shouldn't be one-sided. That's when I dumped him.

And somehow, he decided I was just being petty—and the real problem was he didn't give "enough."

I looked at him and sneered. "All this over a dollar? You're trying to scam a whole mansion. Not even a little embarrassed?"

I barely finished before Margo pointed at me and snapped, "There it is—your true colors! One dollar too little for you? Look at yourself! Jason taking you back is your luck! We're not treating you badly. After you marry, this house is still yours. You'll live here."

Voices came from outside—the maid and Leo.

The door opened, and Leo ran straight into me. "Mommy!"

Jason and Margo froze.

Margo's voice shook. "Th-This kid... whose is he?"

I pulled Leo close and met their eyes. "Mine."