Revenge Rose: I Sent My Boyfriend To Jail

Before marriage, my boyfriend paid the down payment for our marital home. To show his sincerity, he put my name as the owner. But right after the contract was signed, he broke up with me. I was left with a huge mortgage. My parents worked themselves to death at the construction site to pay off the loan, and I endured endless humiliation and was sued by the real estate company before realizing it was all a scam by my boyfriend. He was just a real estate agent. The down payment for the marital home was just a bait to make me take on a huge mortgage. I couldn't bear the pressure and jumped to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when my boyfriend bought the house.

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'Zoey, this is the money I've saved over the years. It's not much, just 300,000 dollars. Use it for the down payment on our marital home! Let's build a foundation for our love." My boyfriend Arthur placed the bright red 300,000 dollars in front of my parents. Honestly, my parents, who had toiled all their lives farming, had never seen so much money. "Zoey, you can meet a good man like Arthur. Your father and I can rest easy." "From now on, we're one family. I'll treat your parents as my own. Darling, sign the contract!" Arthur reclined on the sofa, gently stroking my back. He looked just like the domineering CEOs in TV dramas. Looking at the familiar contract, I suddenly realized I had been reborn. That's right, I had already died once. The culprit was this contract, or rather, the boyfriend beside me, who was pretending to be so gentle. We had reached the age to discuss marriage. It's common for the man to pay for the marital home. To show his sincerity, Arthur suggested putting my name on the property deed when signing the contract. This gave many women a sense of absolute security and was very appealing. My parents saw this as a reason to believe Arthur was a good son-in-law. But this was where the problem lay. The day after I signed my name, Arthur broke up with me. His reason was absurd. He claimed my family was after his money. He didn't want a gold-digger like me. So, I ended up with a huge mortgage. My parents sold our farmland and ancestral home but still couldn't repay the loan. They worked tirelessly at construction sites and died from exhaustion. I was released from jail with the compensation they earned with their lives. Unable to accept this reality, I died in anger. Living again, back to the day of signing the contract, I would not let the same thing happen. I picked up the contract and read it carefully. In fact, I could almost recite it word for word. Arthur impatiently reminded me, "Don't worry, Zoey. Contracts are all the same." "What could be the problem? Just sign it!" I put down the contract, smirking. "It's nice to have my name on it, but if you suddenly break up with me, wouldn't I be stuck with the mortgage alone?" My deliberate hint made Arthur's face turn pale and his eyes panicked.

He stood up angrily, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. "Zoey, you don't trust me, do you? I've given you 300,000 dollars and put the house in your name, and that doesn't show my commitment to marriage. What more do you want?" If I hadn't experienced his deceit in my past life, I would have believed him. "If you don't want to marry me, there's no need to humiliate me! And what you said really hurt me." Seeing his aggrieved expression, I felt inexplicably guilty. In my past life, he used all sorts of PUA tactics on me, making me trust him unconditionally, even bearing a huge mortgage. I felt grateful for his down payment. My parents, unaware of the truth, immediately scolded me. "Zoey, how could you say such things? Marrying Arthur is a blessing, thanks to our ancestors." "If you keep talking nonsense, I will scold you." "Sign it. From now on, you two will be a couple and should live well together." Hearing my parents defend this scammer, I felt a pang in my heart. But I couldn't blame them. They were just simple, kind-hearted farmers. They believed putting my name on the property deed ensured my future marriage was secure. But they didn't know it was a scam that cost them their lives. This time, I wouldn't let my parents suffer any harm. I would make Arthur, this heartless scammer, lose everything and rot in prison. I had a brilliant plan. "Alright, darling. You love me so much. You couldn't possibly deceive me. I was just teasing you." I stood up and smiled at the real estate agent. "Let's go! Time to sign the contract." Arthur visibly relaxed, exchanging a glance with the agent. It seemed they had reached some unspeakable agreement. They were obviously in cahoots, waiting for me to sign the contract. Once I did, they would secure a lucrative sale. There's an old saying in real estate sales: "No deals for three years, one deal feeds you for three years." In other words, the profit from this sale would sustain them for a long time. But that profit came from the life savings, even the blood and sweat, of my parents and me. Fortunately, I had a copy of Arthur's ID photo on my phone. Additionally, I had secretly opened a new credit card in his name. This time, I signed Arthur's name on the purchase contract. At that moment, Arthur was in the corner of the hall, bragging to his colleagues about his achievements. "You're a genius salesman, coming up with a way to buy a house like this." "You're definitely going to be the top seller this month. Nothing more to say, tonight's foot bath is on you." "Forget just the foot bath, I'll spring for the whole spa. These gullible people are so easy to fool. One con and they're hooked. Of course, it's not entirely my fault. They just can't resist the allure of property. Haha!" As I walked out of the hall, Arthur's phone chimed. He quickly checked it and smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket. If I wasn't mistaken, it was likely a notification of the first commission payment from the real estate company. "Arthur, what were you saying? You seem pretty familiar with them!" Arthur looked flustered, quickly waving his hands. "No, no, no. They, they..." He stammered, unable to explain himself. His colleague hastily covered for him. "We were just congratulating Mr. Arthur on buying a house from our company, and having such a beautiful wife too." Arthur nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes! I was even thinking of inviting them to our wedding!" "Oh!" I didn't believe a word they said. It was my naivety in my previous life that led me to ignore Arthur's strange behavior without suspicion. "Arthur, let's go home! I asked Zoey to make some good dishes, so we can have a nice meal." My father couldn't wait to have a few drinks with his future son-in-law. "Yeah! We've got some home-raised chickens. You can bring some back for your parents." My mother eagerly pushed me towards Arthur, as if afraid he'd slip away. They chatted and laughed, but my mind was elsewhere. I was planning how to escalate the situation. Simply saddling him with a mortgage seemed too lenient. "Dad, Mom, I have some things to do today. Maybe another time." Having achieved his goal, Arthur was no longer interested in talking to my parents. If I guessed correctly, he probably had another client to meet. "Zoey, take good care of your parents. We'll pick a good date soon and get married. I'll go home and let my parents know to prepare for the wedding." He leaned in to kiss my forehead. I instinctively wanted to dodge but forced a smile, knowing it wasn't time to expose his fraud. Back home, my parents immediately called relatives and friends to announce my upcoming wedding. My friends, somehow already informed, sent messages congratulating me on the new house and promising to attend the wedding. In my previous life, Arthur had publicly broken up with me at the wedding, accusing me of infidelity in front of our guests. I was left humiliated, and my parents were unable to show their faces in the village for months. I was dumbfounded, thinking it was a misunderstanding that could be resolved with an explanation. Maybe it was because I had a second chance at life, but the story took a different turn. That very night, Arthur revealed his true colors. He called me, "Let's break up, Zoey. We're not suitable for each other." "Oh," I replied calmly. After all, this was expected, it just didn't come so quickly. It seemed that his goal had been achieved, so there was no need to continue staying with the previous client. Otherwise, it would only affect the speed at which he earned money. He seemed taken aback but continued, "I thought you were sincere, but you only wanted money. If I didn't buy this house, you wouldn't have agreed to marry me." "So what?" I asked, my patience wearing thin. In my past life, his announcement at the wedding left me in tears, begging him to continue the ceremony for the sake of our guests. I was a fool to degrade myself so much. "You seem pretty calm. Did you already know I was going to break up with you?" he asked, suspicious. "Does it matter? What do you want to say?" "Compensation. I paid the thirty thousand down payment for the house. Whether you continue with the mortgage or cancel the contract, you need to pay me back the down payment. Not a cent less."

The three hundred thousand down payment was clearly a ploy the company used to deceive clients. Moreover, the so-called down payment was entirely fictitious. They would first increase the house prices and then pretend to offer a discount for promotion. In other words, Arthur didn't spend a penny but trapped many girls into contracts, burdening them with huge mortgages. It was as outrageous as it could get. He even wanted me to cough up another three hundred thousand as a down payment. This was truly like cutting the butt with a knife—eye-opening! "I agree to the breakup, and I also agree to the three hundred thousand compensation. Still the same bank account, right?" If you want to play, let's play big. To avoid worrying my parents, I told them about the breakup. I asked them to take out some savings, added the money I had saved since graduation, and transferred it all to Arthur's account. When Arthur received the notification of the three hundred thousand deposit, he was so excited he couldn't speak. "I didn't expect this foolish woman to actually send the money.'' "Baby, I'm happy today. Here's 1,314 (1,314 dollars) for you to spend." "Hmm!" Another woman's voice came from the phone, and judging by the sound, she was lying in his arms. As I suspected, this bastard had already started targeting his next prey. So, every time Arthur ensnared a woman, I would show up afterwards and meddle. A year later, since I never planned to repay the loan from the beginning, the Heyday Real Estate company sued me in court for deliberately defaulting on the loan. The good show was about to begin! Arthur's good days were numbered. The legal representative from the real estate company questioned me condescendingly. "Zoey Smith, you neither pay the 30% down payment penalty nor repay the loan. What exactly do you intend to do?" "What down payment penalty? What loan?" I feigned confusion. "Bang!" The real estate lawyer slammed the purchase contract, property certificate, and other evidence on my table. "Stop playing dumb. Look at this, isn't this your signature?" Arthur smirked from the side. Once the trial ended, Zoey's contract would be enforced, and he would receive a large sum of money. I glanced at Arthur with a smirk and pretended to flip a page. "Signature? Where is my signature?" "Isn't the name 'Arthur' written here?"