Woman returned early from a business trip and found her father kneeling on the floor cleaning, while her mother-in-law mocked him: “This house smells like the countryside.”

Three million. The exact amount he had taken from my father’s life savings. I pressed my teeth together and forced myself to sound thrilled.

“Really? That would be absolutely perfect, Kyle. You buy what you can with that, and we can find a way to cover the rest later. But you have to keep this a complete secret. If my company finds out that someone close to me is investing in that sector, they will destroy my career.”

“Do not worry about a thing,” he promised, sounding steadier and more confident than before. “I will take care of everything. That is what a husband is for, right?”

I ended the call and immediately sent a message to Rachel, my old college friend who now worked as an independent real estate agent. She had been trying for months to unload several abandoned, worthless lots in a dead industrial area of Idaho because she needed quick cash.

“He has taken the bait, Rachel. He is going to come looking for you soon. Do exactly what we discussed.”

Rachel replied with a simple thumbs-up emoji.

Kyle went to see her that very afternoon. Rachel later told me every detail of what happened. To make the act believable, she had paid a local worker to linger around the office and casually mention that state surveyors had been spotted marking boundaries for a huge new government project.

Kyle heard precisely what he wanted to hear.

Thirty minutes later, he walked into Rachel’s office in his best suit, trying to carry himself like some serious, powerful investor.

“I am Kyle, Chloe’s husband,” he announced, clearly expecting special treatment.

Rachel welcomed him with a stack of documents on her desk, appearing tired and entirely unimpressed, which only made Kyle more desperate to secure the deal.

“Look, Kyle, I do not have all day. Five lots, six million total. If you want to buy them, great. If not, I have other interested parties waiting in the lobby.”

Kyle barely looked over the contracts, too drunk on the word “opportunity” to bother studying the details. With the three million dollars he had extorted from my father, he purchased two lots and left a six-hundred-thousand-dollar deposit to hold the remaining three.

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