Filed to story: The Disguised Billionaire and His Accidental Wife Novel
“Liberty said she left the keys to the house with my neighbor opposite my unit. I’ll get it from them later.”
After getting into the car, Hank said, “Don’t worry, Jessica. Liberty isn’t the kind of person who will regret her decisions. In the future, I’ll only belong to you. No one will fight with you over me.”
He leaned over and kissed Jessica on the cheek, saying in a husky voice, “Let’s go for a few rounds tonight.”
Jessica pushed him away with a charming smile. “We have to work tomorrow.”
“I can give you a day off to rest at home. You can go shopping when you’re well rested. Liberty moved away all the things that she bought. Just go ahead and buy whatever you want to buy for our house.”
“Okay.”
Jessica dreamed of having a suite in the city.
Now that she finally had the opportunity to own one, she had to decorate Hank and her home. with care.
Her taste was definitely better than Liberty’s. She would make the home cozier than before so that Hank would want to come home every day.
Hank drove while talking to Jessica about their future.
The two of them fantasized about their beautiful life ahead and finally returned to Bright Boulevard.
As soon as they entered the residential area, Jessica praised, “The environment here is good, and the occupancy rate is also very high. There’s even Wiltspoon Wood High nearby, so we’re in its catchment area. Hank, you really have good foresight to buy a place here.”
“Yeah, I bought a house here because I saw that it was near Wiltspoon Wood High and was int the catchment area. Fortunately, I acted quickly. If I waited until now, I wouldn’t be able to afford it. It’s too expensive.”
The speed at which house prices soared was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Hank parked his car in his designated parking spot.
“Which floor is our unit?”
“Sixteenth floor.”
Hank carried Jessica’s suitcase out of the car, pulled it, and took Jessica inside.
A neighbor bumped into them at the elevator and exchanged greetings with them, then asked, “Mr. Brown, didn’t your wife bring a group of people over to move out this afternoon? Why are you still coming back to live here?”
“She was moving her stuff out.”
The neighbor glanced at Jessica and seemed to understand.
He smiled at Hank and left.
It was no wonder Hank was chased by Liberty with a kitchen knife for five blocks. It turned out that he was cheating on his wife.
The couple should be divorced, right?
Liberty just moved out this afternoon, and Hank came home with a beautiful woman on the same night. He would not be so blatant unless he was already divorced.
“Does he suspect something?”
Jessica was a homewrecker, after all, so she still felt uneasy.
Hank pulled her suitcase with one arm while embracing her shoulders with the other. He swept her into the elevator with a smile on his face. “Have you forgotten what I did this. afternoon? I divorced Liberty, so I’m single now. You’re my girlfriend. So what if they know?
“Jessica, we can be together openly and honestly now. There’s no need to care about what others say anymore.”
Jessica paused before saying, “That’s right, you’re divorced.”
She did not have to sneak around anymore.
The elevator took two of them to the sixteenth floor.
“We’re here.”
Hank pointed to the door of his house. “That’s the one.”
Jessica followed him.
He took out his keys and pushed open the door. It was dark inside and that gave him a brief moment of bewilderment.
In the past, no matter how late he came back, there would be a light turned on at home. waiting for him.
Now, that light would never turn on again.
“It’s so dark. Turn on the lights.”
Jessica reminded him to switch on the lights when she followed him into the house.
Hank reached for the switch behind the door habitually and pressed it, but no lights were lit.
He thought he did not press the button properly and pressed it again.
The house was still dark.
What was going on?
Was there a power outage?
However, other people’s homes were lit. There was no way a power outage only affected hist unit.
Hank took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it toward the light switch. It was perfectly fine, and he did not press the wrong button either, so why were the lights not working?
“Hank!”
Jessica suddenly tugged his shirt and shouted in horror, “Are we in the wrong house?”
This was Hank’s house?
There was no luxurious refurbishment at all. The walls were not even plastered, and there was garbage everywhere in the house.
This was definitely not Hank’s home!
“What-”
Hank swept his phone in an arc. With the small flashlight, he saw everything in the house. clearly and was so shocked that he dropped his phone on the ground.
Crack.
The phone screen shattered when it hit the ground.
Hank hurriedly bent down to pick up the phone and once again looked at everything at home without caring about the broken screen.
Jessica also turned on the flashlight on her cell phone and together they looked at the state of the house. Never mind the lack of luxury decoration, it was even worse than a shack.
“Hank, are we in the wrong house?”
Jessica was still holding onto false hope.
Hank walked inside and said, “That’s impossible. My key wouldn’t be able to open the door if it was the wrong house.
“This is my house. What happened here? Where are my appliances? Is that all there is?”
The more Hank looked, the darker his expression became.
He stood in front of the dining table which he had paid for.
A lightbulb moment hit him.
He suddenly understood.
It was Liberty.
“Liberty!”
He shouted up as the thought crossed his mind.
“She smashed up my house!”
Hank was furious.
Jessica immediately said, “Let’s call the police now. They’ll arrest her and make her compensate for it too. She should at least pay for the renovation fee after smashing your home like this.”
Renovation cost?
Hank wanted to call the police, but when he heard Jessica mention the renovation cost, he immediately ended the call.
“Why aren’t you calling? Is it because you can’t bear to? Do you still have feelings for her?” Jessica saw him hang up the call immediately after dialing and she was livid, so she blurted out without thinking.
She stopped renting her apartment and packed everything to follow him home. She had been looking forward to living in a lavishly decorated home and being able to show off a little in her family group. However, the house turned out to be even worse than a shack.
That was not just a mere rain on her parade, it was a torrential downpour that completely drenched her from head to toe with the cold penetrating from inside out.