The more I thought about it, the more I had to laugh. "So you know it's my dad's inheritance. What makes you think you have any right to it?"

Ian froze, then quickly softened his tone. "I know it's from your dad, but we're married, right? I just hoped you could help out a bit."

Married? The nerve of him to say that. I was just a sacrifice for his perfect life with his ex-wife.

Ian and his ex had planned it all - once they got my money, they'd remarry immediately.

What a touching love story - a man willing to romance another woman for his wife, and a wife willing to let her husband sleep with someone else. What a perfect match!

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I wanted to crush Ian into dust right there.

My palms had deep nail marks from clenching my fists. Suppressing my rage, I shot back, "I'm not interested in this investment right now. I prefer keeping my money where I can see it."

Ian tried to say more, but my firm attitude made him back down. "Honey, are you having a bad day? Can I cook something you'd like?"

"No, I'm going to bed."

This would be our first time sharing a bed since my death. Unable to sleep, I made a decision - I had to convert the three million into real estate.

The next day, I headed straight to the real estate office. In just one hour of viewing and deciding, I bought a nice condo outright - $3.28 million, everything I had.

Keeping liquid assets wasn't safe with me. With Ian's ambition, he definitely wouldn't give up so easily on getting my money.

Converting it to real estate would leave him without options, at least for now.

I remembered this area's property values would increase later, so I could sell at a profit in the future.

When I got home, I learned Ian had gone on another "errand."

He said he was flying to Lumiria this time, asking if I wanted any cosmetics.

I replied coldly, "Are you planning to give them to me as gifts?"

"Of course! You're my wife - you don't think I'd charge you, do you?"