Swapping Fates in the Marriage Game – Chapter 2
I nodded and started unpacking. When I checked the closet, I found clothes my size and a bank card Julian’s thoughtfulness shone through.
Since he hadn’t yet given up his Grant shares, my financial situation was secure.
I enrolled in a painting class, a lifelong passion.
In my previous “playthrough” of this game, I wanted Julian, but Chloe begged, claiming she adored gentle artists. Reluctantly, I chose Damien, the unstable CEO. Countless nights, I regretted it.
The next day, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I hit Silverton’s largest mall for watercolor supplies.
I ran into Chloe, who was flanked by bodyguards, in a pricey dress, hair freshly styled a stark change overnight.
“Hey, Sophia! Not even a simple hello? Forgotten me in a day?”
She smirked.
“After you left, Mother-in-law took me for spa treatments and gave me a black card to shop. Said the CEO’s wife must look the part.”
She eyed my casual outfit.
“You’re my sister-in-law now. This look’s a bit … out of place. Want me to treat you to some new outfits?”
“Really? Awesome!”
Expecting me to hesitate or blush, she was taken aback when I agreed, leading her to the mall’s priciest boutique.
“I want that bag.” I pointed to a display’s top shelf.
The clerk sneered,
“Miss, it’s sold out. Try something else.”
I knew it was a limited-edition bag, one of only five in the entire world.
Chloe sauntered over, rattling off a code. The clerk, suddenly fawning, retrieved it and offered us the VIP lounge.
I declined.
“No, I’m in a hurry. Just wrap it up.”
Turning to Chloe, I said,
“Bestie, swipe the card.”
Her smile faltered.
“Sophia, what’s with the attitude?”
I feigned innocence.
“You said I could pick anything. As the CEO’s wife, you can afford a bag, right?”
Shoppers started whispering among themselves, recognizing her as the “Grant CEO’s wife.”
Chloe lifted her chin.
“I can afford it, but with that attitude, I’m not buying.”
Perfect.
I forced tears.
“Chloe, we’re best friends and family. Even as the CEO’s wife, you humiliated me. You offered to buy, then backed out to make me beg. Fine, I don’t need it.”
I ran out, sobbing, leaving Chloe amid gossiping onlookers.
Silverton’s elite circles were leaky. This would reach Mrs. Grant, who prized reputation, and she’d discipline her new, embarrassing daughter-in-law.
Last life, I suffered under her.
Walking away, I recalled taking Chloe on a shopping spree with my first black card. I bought her everything.
Was she truly happy, or did she think I was flaunting?