He has the nerve to ask what's wrong? Well, it's time for payback!

I coldly pushed away Ian, who was standing too close. "Five hundred thousand is a bit much. I need to think about it."

He seemed shocked by my refusal, almost jumping in agitation. "How is that too much? Didn't your dad leave you three million?"

Three million - that's all Ian ever cared about from the start.

Ian appeared in my life right after my father's death.

It was pouring that day, and I didn't have an umbrella. He happened to be available and offered to help.

He quickly showed up at the funeral home, bringing flowers for my father.

Like a gentleman, he held the umbrella for me and drove me home. His car even had gardenia fragrance - my favorite scent.

He claimed he'd always loved that scent too.

His comfort was perfect during the drive, and at the parking garage, he asked to add me on WhatsApp.

After that, everything seemed to fall naturally into place.

He appeared to understand me perfectly, sharing suspiciously many of my interests and hobbies.

He was also open about his past failed relationship: "My wife cheated, and the kid wasn't even mine," he'd said with a bitter smile.

I'd been single for a while and wasn't getting any younger. I fell hard for him, and within a year, we were married.

He was always good to me, catering to my every need. As a luxury goods reseller, he frequently traveled abroad and brought me samples.

As my guard dropped, he started asking for money.

The first time, he dared only ask for $500,000. The second time, it jumped to $800,000. The amounts kept increasing, and each time, he swore he'd pay me back with interest.

Only after death did I realize how terribly wrong I'd been.

There's no such thing as a perfectly matching man. He'd simply spotted on social media that my father had died leaving a large inheritance, then used my previous posts to target me specifically.

Even our first 'chance' meeting in the rain was his carefully planned trap.