I still vividly remember the scene of catching them in the act from my previous life. Chris was lounging on the sofa, enjoying himself, while Mya had her arms around Chris' neck, actively swaying her body.

They were kissing passionately.

The saliva was even stretching!

I stormed in angrily, but Chris showed no guilt. Instead, he laughed provocatively, seeming to mock my incompetence.

Mya, on the other hand, was completely indifferent. She slowly put on her clothes, lit a cigarette, poured a glass of red wine, and arrogantly looked at me, saying, "I was just testing you.

"If you love me, you should tolerate all my flaws. If you can't handle this small test, you're not worthy of being my boyfriend.

"Someone like you is such a waste. I could just snap my fingers, and a whole team of pursuers would circle the Earth three times."

I angrily rushed forward to hit them, but the bodyguards who had come running dragged me out forcefully.

The wicked Abel pressed a lit cigarette against my face.

Mya and Chris just stood there coldly, watching, not saying a word in my defense.

That was when I finally understood what it meant to invite a wolf into the house.

"Jimmy, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"I'm just thinking about your marriage. After all, you're not getting any younger, and the family is pushing hard."

Chris quickly denied it.

The word "coward" almost slipped out of my mouth, but I quickly realized that I couldn't cause too much of a scene. Otherwise, if we completely fall out, how will I make them suffer like I did in my past life?

So, I swallowed my anger and changed my tone, saying, "Do you think it's your place to comment on my business? You're an unemployed freeloader, living in my house, waiting to be fed, and you still have the nerve to criticize me?

"You've been living here for more than half a year. Have you spent a single cent? If you had even bought groceries once, I wouldn't be so hard on you."

Chris' face immediately flushed red, and he stood there with his mouth open, unsure of what to say.

"Jimmy, that's enough.

"Finding a job is hard these days. He just graduated from college, and he's your relative, so why are you being so harsh?"

Mya, as if not catching the hidden meaning in my words, had the nerve to defend Chris.

Chris, touched to his core, gazed at Mya with adoration in his eyes.

What a pair of disgusting, mutually supportive scumbags!

Though I cursed them in my heart, on the surface, I sighed with a look of sorrow and said, "Mya, I'm doing this for our own good. It's true that finding a job is tough right now. I just got laid off today, so I'm really anxious.

"When Chris came here, he brought tens of thousands of dollars from home. That's why I have an issue. I just want him to pitch in a bit to help out; that's not unreasonable, right?"

Hearing this, Mya turned to Chris and said, "Give the money now. I'll pay you back later."

She was confident, as her parents were well-known in the area and owned two publicly listed companies—they didn't lack money.

The reason she was with me was nothing more than to treat it as a game. Once she got bored, she'd find someone like me, a gullible fool, to take over.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I wished I could throw Mya into the sea and feed her to the fish.

Chris obediently handed over 20,000 dollars.

I barely contained my smile as I accepted the transfer, and then Mya received a phone call.

Based on my memories from the past, this was the part where the scoundrel Abel would come to collect his debts.

I pretended to know nothing, ready to play along.

Acting?

They really think I can't do that?

As expected.

After Mya finished the call, her face turned pale, and she trembled as she said to me, "Jimmy, something terrible has happened! Abel called and demanded I go to the KTV to serve drinks, or else he'll shorten the repayment period to tonight.

"Abel's a scumbag who's capable of anything. What if he..."

As she spoke, she started to cry.

"Jimmy, look how pitiful she is. Hurry and mortgage the house to Abel!"

Chris urged hastily.

I sneered internally, thinking, 'You piece of trash, it's easy to be generous when it's not your own money, huh?'

"Yeah, yeah, just hand over the house deed to Abel, and maybe he'll let me off tonight."

Mya chimed in as well.

Look at how eager they are. This isn't about testing me; they're just trying to ruin me.

Of course, now is not the time to flip the table.

I took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "Fine, I'll go get the deed, and we'll go talk to Abel together."

After I said that, I noticed a faint smile on Mya's lips.

I couldn't tell if she thought I had passed her test or if she thought I was just an idiot.

But Chris' sneaky grin was definitely one of schadenfreude, as if he couldn't wait for me to get hit by a car so he could take my place and openly be with Mya.

In my past life, I was completely in the dark, played like a fool.

Now, everything was going as I planned.

Abel's KTV was the most luxurious and famous in the city.

Someone like me, an ordinary office worker, could never dream of entering a place like that. But Mya walked in like she was at home, and the staff greeted her with respect.

In my previous life, I was so blinded by love that I didn't even notice the obvious abnormality.

"Mr... Mr. Ryan."

When Mya saw Abel, she acted like a frightened little rabbit, trembling and not daring to lift her head.

In my past life, at this moment, I quickly shielded Mya in my arms and shouted at Abel, "If you have a problem, come at me!"

But instead of gratitude, I got a brutal beating and Abel's lasting resentment.

This time, I remained indifferent.

Instead, Chris stepped forward with concern and shouted at Abel, "What kind of man are you to bully a woman? Is that what a real man does? We're only talking about a few million here, my cousin will cover it."

Men understand men best.

I knew Chris was trying to show off in front of Mya, but he was pushing all the responsibility onto me.

What Chris didn't know was that Abel hated loudmouths the most.

"Alright, let's have a proper talk, then."

Abel glanced mockingly at Chris before pretending to order his men to take Mya away, then turned to me and asked, "So, how are you going to handle the debt?"

"I only have 20,000 dollars on me."

As soon as I said that, Abel narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

The thugs nearby also began to glare icily.

Chris shuddered in fear and yelled at me, "Cousin, didn't we agree to sell the house?

"What are you waiting for, stop dragging it out!

"If I were you, for Mya's sake, I would've handed over the deed to Mr. Ryan long ago."

With that outburst, Abel frowned slightly.

I sighed and said, "You think I'm like you, owning a 200-square-meter fully paid, unfinished house? My place is mortgaged, and if Mr. Ryan takes it, I'll be paying off a 30-year loan."

Abel's face darkened as he coldly threatened. "If you don't come up with the money, I'll have no choice but to send Mya to work in a bar."

"Th-th-that..."

I pretended to be troubled and turned to Chris, saying, "Why don't you help out first? Mya will surely remember your kindness."

"And you wouldn't want her to suffer, right? The kind of people in those bars are twisted."

In my previous life, Abel had said the same thing, and I had kneeled on the spot, signing a contract to sell myself just to save Mya.

Now, I'll leave that pit for Chris to fall into.

As far as Abel's concerned, Chris and I are family. As long as someone's willing to pay off the debt, he'll consider it a passed test.

Chris hesitated, but in the end, he agreed.

Abel immediately pulled out a prepared contract, tossed it to Chris, and said playfully, "Sign it."