The line went quiet for several seconds.

When she finally answered, something in her voice sounded wrong. "From the factory, obviously. Look, I have to go. My boss is calling me. Talk later."

I stared at the bottle in my hand, the one that cost two dollars to make, and the irony made me sick. To afford decent New Year gifts for both our parents, I had worked myself to the bone for two months straight and never saw my bed before 2:00 am.

Just last week, an ambulance had rushed me to the hospital for acute stomach bleeding. Yet she had bought my parents counterfeit liquor while lying to me about working overtime.

The anger built with every thought. I opened Zoe's social media feed. It was completely blank.

Before tonight, I would have assumed she was too busy to post anything. Now, I realized she had probably hidden everything from me on purpose.

Something made me remember the spare account I had created back in college. I had followed Zoe on it years ago.

I logged into the old account and opened her profile. Her most recent post had gone up half an hour ago.

The post included nine photos arranged in a grid. The background showed her parents' living room, where their dining table was loaded with expensive dishes.

In the most prominent spot sat two unopened cases of premium aged liquor and two cartons of luxury cigarettes. Even from the photo, I could tell from the ribbon quality that these were authentic.

However, it was the center picture that got me. Zoe wore a red cashmere coat. Her face was glowing with happiness as she nestled against a man.

The man wore a designer suit and raised a wine glass to clink with my father-in-law. My in-laws were grinning so wide that their eyes crinkled shut.

The caption read, "The perfect son-in-law came to visit! We're so happy. My husband worked so hard. Love you, babe!"

I recognized that face. He was Caden Walsh, one of Zoe's middle school classmates.

Rage flooded through me and drowned out everything else. I grabbed the case of fake liquor and bolted out the door.

"Eddie, where are you going in the middle of the night?" Dad stumbled after me in his padded jacket. He must have gotten up to use the bathroom.

"Work emergency. I have to go back."

I kept my face turned away because I couldn't let him see my bloodshot eyes. The drive from my hometown to my in-laws' town took six hours. I lost count of how many red lights I ran.

The stabbing pain in my stomach nearly made me lose my grip on the wheel more than once, but I couldn't stop. I pulled up to my in-laws' house in the early morning of New Year's Day. The moment I parked, two figures emerged from the front door.

Zoe had her arm looped through Caden's while they both wore matching outfits and chatted away like they didn't have a care in the world.

Caden was carrying the two bottles of premium liquor and was clearly heading out to give them as gifts. Zoe fussed over his scarf with a tender touch while gazing up at him with open adoration.

I sat in the car and clutched the steering wheel with both hands. My nails dug so hard into the leather that they almost broke through.

Everything in me wanted to charge out there and tear them both apart. I wanted to demand whether Zoe had felt anything at all for me during the past three years. However, I held myself back.

Confronting them now would only end with a fistfight and a trip to the police station, and I would walk away with nothing. I needed them to pay a price ten times worse than what I had suffered.

I watched them walk away, laughing and chatting as they headed out to grab breakfast. After taking a deep breath, I pulled on a mask and hat before slipping out of the car.

My in-laws lived in one of those old walk-up buildings where the walls were paper-thin. I crept through the entrance and ducked into the corner landing between the first and second floors.

Piles of junk cluttered the space and gave me the perfect cover while still letting me hear everything happening upstairs.

A neighbor's voice drifted down, thick with envy. "Your son-in-law is really something special. I saw all those things he brought up last night. All that liquor and those cigarettes must've cost a fortune."

I held my breath and strained to hear more.

"You better believe it!" My mother-in-law Linda Kirk's voice shot up an octave, barely containing her pride.

"That's premium aged liquor! They're probably 3,000 dollars a bottle! Caden bought two whole cases because he said spoiling us shouldn't be done halfway. And those cigarettes are the expensive kind!"

I laughed bitterly. That was my money. My blood and sweat from all those sleepless nights.

The neighbor made appreciative noises. "He's so generous! Not like mine, who pinches every penny. So what happened to your daughter's last husband? Did they get a divorce?"

Everything in me went still.

Linda snorted like she was discussing something dirty. "That loser Edgar Kennedy? They divorced ages ago! The man was cheap as hell!"

The words knocked the air out of me. Zoe had told everyone we were divorced?

No wonder she never let me come visit for the holidays and always claimed she wanted me to spend more time with my own parents.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the building entrance. Zoe and Caden were back.

I pressed myself deeper into the pile of junk. Their conversation carried clearly through the stairwell.

"Breakfast cost just over 50 dollars. Everything is so expensive." Zoe's voice had taken on a whiny, flirtatious tone.

"Who cares? That idiot is footing the bill anyway." Caden's voice dripped with contempt and smugness. "Speaking of which, how much did your ex give you this year?"

"Same as always. 100 grand."

Zoe laughed, and the sound was full of mockery. Caden pulled her close, and he kissed her loudly.

"That's my clever wife. You've got him wrapped around your finger. Just be careful that he doesn't catch on."

"Catch on to what?" Zoe's voice turned sharp and nasty. "He's got mush for brains. All he does is work overtime. He never pays attention to anything at home.

"Besides, even if he did figure it out, so what? I control all the money. What's he going to do about it?

"Once I've bled him dry, I'll lay it all out for him and make sure he leaves with nothing!"

Their laughter faded as they climbed the stairs, and then a door slammed shut somewhere above.

The stairwell fell silent again. I crouched in the dark corner, grinding my teeth so hard they might shatter.

I thought about what I'd gone through for that 100 thousand dollars. I thought about how I had smiled and groveled at dinner tables with clients, drinking until my stomach bled and paramedics had to carry me out.

I thought about the look in my parents' eyes when they saw that storage room full of fake liquor—that mixture of shame and heartbreak.

The hatred in me grew even stronger.

I left my in-laws' depressing neighborhood and checked into a cheap hotel. I didn't rush to confront anyone or call a lawyer.

I worked in project management, so I understood one fundamental truth. If I wanted a building to collapse completely, I had to identify the load-bearing walls first and then demolish them with precision.

For Zoe and Caden, those walls were their precious reputations.

I logged into every bank account and pulled up three years of transaction records. Each transfer felt like a knife sliding between my ribs.

Every year without fail, Zoe had moved a hundred thousand dollars into another account. The recipient was Caden's sister, who ran a nail salon.

Then, I checked my retirement fund account. I rarely monitored it because I assumed the balance kept growing steadily. When I looked at the records, I found a withdrawal of 200 thousand dollars from six months ago.

The stated reason was a down payment for a house purchase. However, I had never bought a house.

I followed the trail and used a contact at the vehicle registry office to discover that Caden now owned a brand new Audi A4. The purchase date fell exactly three days after my retirement fund withdrawal.

Perfect. What a brilliant scheme.

She had stolen my savings to buy her lover a car so he could show off. This went beyond simple infidelity. This was outright theft and fraud.

I stood at the window and stared out at the city lights while fireworks exploded in the distance. Tomorrow would be the second day of the New Year.

Zoe had always forbidden me from visiting her family in the past. This year, I planned to bring them a very special gift.

…

At noon on the second day of the New Year, I showed up at their door carrying that case of counterfeit liquor.

Before I could even knock, laughter spilled out from inside.

"Man, Caden can really hold his liquor! Come on, let me pour you another!"

"Zoe, you're so lucky to find someone like Caden. He's thoughtful and successful."

I took a deep breath and knocked. The laughter cut off instantly.

"Who could that be at this hour?" Linda's booming voice carried through the door.

Shuffling footsteps approached. The door swung open.

Linda wore her holiday best, and her face still held the fawning smile she hadn't had time to wipe away. When she recognized me, that smile froze solid.

"You... What are you doing here?"

Her voice came out strangled and shrill. I ignored her attempt to block me and pushed past her into the apartment.

"Happy New Year, Mom. I came to see you for the holidays. Am I not welcome?"

My voice stayed quiet, but it carried an unmistakable edge.

The living room was packed with relatives. The previously festive gathering went completely silent.

The air itself seemed to thicken as every pair of eyes locked onto me. Some looked surprised. Some looked disgusted. Most looked at me like I was a beggar who had crashed an upscale party.

Zoe and Caden occupied the seats of honor in the center. They were practically joined at the hip. Both of them were holding wine glasses. The moment Zoe saw me walk in with the liquor case, her hand jerked, and wine splashed all over Caden's pants.

All the color drained from her face, and the nuts she was snacking on spilled from her lap as she stared at me in terror. Caden recovered faster. He shot to his feet and jabbed a finger at me with open hostility.

"Who the hell are you? You can't just barge into someone's home! Get out!"

I didn't even glance at him. I pulled out a chair and sat down. Then, I slammed the case of counterfeit liquor onto the table.

"Who am I?" I scanned the assembled relatives before letting my gaze settle on my father-in-law George Steele's ashen face.

"Dad, your memory must be slipping. We haven't seen each other in a few days, and you've already forgotten your own son-in-law?"

His complexion cycled between red and white. He slapped the table hard. "Edgar! You've got some nerve showing up here!

"You're divorced! Why are you still causing trouble? Don't cause a scene on the New Year! Take your stuff and get out!"

Divorced? A cold smile tugged at my lips.

Zoe must have invested heavily in this lie to convince everyone we had split up. The relatives started whispering among themselves while pointing at me.

"That's Zoe's ex-husband? He looks presentable enough, but he's got no shame at all."

"I heard he delivers food for a living. He's probably broke and looking for a free meal."

"This is a disaster. He's ruining the whole holiday."

Their cutting remarks didn't anger me. If anything, I found them amusing.

I unbuttoned my jacket slowly and pulled a thick stack of documents from my bag. I tossed them onto the table one by one.

"Divorced? This is news to me." I stared at Zoe's pale face and spoke each word with deliberate precision.

"Honey, when exactly did we go to the courthouse for that divorce? I don't remember it at all. Since the whole family's here, let's talk this through."