The post was titled "My husband said that women shouldn't buy luxury goods". Attached were screenshots of my conversations with Quinn.

If it weren't for those screenshots, I wouldn't have known she had posted about me online.

I looked at the comments under the post, all of which were criticizing me.

"What a petty, controlling man."

"If you can't afford it, don't get married!"

"That's because your husband is broke! And why is he broke? Because he doesn't work hard enough!"

When I confronted Quinn, she said, "I only did it to help you get a clear look at yourself. You have no money, yet you forbid your wife from buying luxury goods. In most families, it's the man who earns the money. Did you think you'd be as lucky as your brother?"

So, when she snatched the lottery ticket away, I argued with her, "I bought this, and I chose the numbers. Why should it all go to you?"

"So what?" Quinn shot back. "Legally, whoever paid for it owns it. Once I get the money, I'm divorcing you!"

I was shocked by her shameless remarks.

Still, I didn't fight her for the lottery ticket because, by then, I had already started trading stocks and had earned 500 million dollars.

I had simply seen through some people and situations for what they were. Having a wife like her would only hold back my career—I couldn't share my hardships, yet she wanted to reap my benefits.

…

With my initial capital of 10,000 dollars, Timothy helped me trade stocks. Within a few days, my capital had doubled.

One day, Jacob called me and asked, "Jason, why didn't you tell me this woman was so vain? She's almost completely drained my savings!"

I laughed mockingly and said, "Jacob, what you see is only the surface. Our lives can't be changed simply by swapping wives."

I even offered him a word of advice. "Quinn isn't as good as you imagine."

Unexpectedly, Jacob got defensive. "Don't think I don't know that you're doing this on purpose. If I listen to you, you'll just turn around and snatch the lottery ticket yourself.

"I've made up my mind. What's wrong with a man spending on his woman? Besides, Quinn is going to win hundreds of millions in the lottery someday. No pain, no gain!"

I shook my head, knowing Jacob was already drunk on his get-rich-quick dream. Even if I handed him proof, it would be useless.

Before he could rant any further, I quickly hung up the phone.

Whether that lottery ticket would even win still remained a question. After all, only I knew the winning numbers.

I laughed at Jacob's naivety.

Besides, even if Quinn did win the lottery and they split the prize, given her character, she would squander it all in no time.

After Jacob realized I had hung up, he sent me a text. He asked me how he was supposed to refuse Quinn's wanting to buy a bag costing over 100,000 dollars. If he kept spending like this, he'd have to take out a loan.

"Buy it for her. What's wrong with a man spending on his woman?" I retorted, using his own words against him.

Jacob didn't reply to me. He was probably already overwhelmed by the situation with Quinn.

If he refused to buy her what she wanted, she would accuse him of not loving her. If he suggested that luxury goods weren't suitable for someone in her financial situation, she would publicly shame him online.

I was well acquainted with just how skilled Quinn was at causing a scene.

I thought Jacob wouldn't contact me again, but then he gleefully asked me, "So, how was it? Did Xenia hit you? In this life, you deserve to suffer every bit of the pain I endured before."

His words were dripping with venom, and I regretted having tried to warn him earlier.

I never imagined my own brother would personally push me toward what he believed was hell.

I knew exactly what kind of response Jacob wanted to hear—that I was miserable, abused by Xenia, and stripped of my dignity as a man.

But I refused to give him that satisfaction. I simply replied, "I didn't marry her."

It had been a long time, yet no message came through.

After a while, his message popped up. "How is that possible? This was a betrothal arranged by both families! How could it be canceled so easily?"

When I didn't respond, Jacob started trying to convince me again. He said that Xenia just had a bit of a temper, but her family was rich! If I didn't even marry her in this life, then I would've completely lost to him.

Jacob thought reverse psychology would work on me, but I remained completely unmoved. He was the one who had desperately tried to escape her, even driven to the point of ramming his car into me.

How could someone like Xenia ever be a good choice?

I blocked Jacob, who started to panic and blurted out what he truly felt.

"How come you got to cancel the betrothal so easily? In our previous life, I had to pay 100 million dollars in compensation to get a divorce! If you could do it, why couldn't I? Why?"

I didn't reply. Given Jacob's personality—always blaming others and his circumstances—no matter how many times he got to relive his life, he would never change his miserable fate.

Besides, he signed that agreement himself. No one forced him to. If he hadn't been seeking financial freedom, he wouldn't have signed it in the first place.

…

When I had earned 100 million dollars, I set aside a portion of the money into fixed deposits and used the rest to continue investing in stocks and for liquidity.

Just as I was swamped with work, Xenia called. The moment I answered, she launched into a furious tirade.

"You were the one who called off the marriage, and now you turn around and stab me in the back! Are you even a man?"

Her tone was more furious than I'd ever heard it, but I was utterly baffled.

"Wait a minute. What are you talking about? How did I stab you in the back?"

I sounded a little angry too. After all, I hadn't done anything, and I got yelled at the second I picked up the phone.

To my surprise, she said, "Don't play dumb! You even called my father! You're really something, huh? Now my father says I'm the one who's being unreasonable, breaking the promise by casually breaking off the engagement. He even told me to apologize to you and go through with this marriage!"

Dazed, I slowly started to grasp the situation. "Hold on, I'll explain this to you later."

With that, I hung up.

I immediately called Jacob. Before I could even ask him about it, he admitted it himself.

"So? Didn't I handle this nicely? Now you have to marry Xenia. Oh, wait, no—you're marrying into her family! Hahaha!"