he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 94: Chapter 94
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The living room was a complete disaster.
When the cops walked in, everyone froze, mid-smash.
“Who called the cops?” Miles’s dad barked.
“I did,” I said calmly.
I pulled out my phone and showed the officer my purchase receipts.
“Officer, here’s proof. Everything they destroyed was newly bought."
"The total value? Over $40 million. I want full compensation.”
“Forty million?!” Miles’s relatives gawked, their jaws practically hitting the floor.
Miles’s mom quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Officer, there’s been a misunderstanding. This is my son’s house."
'Everything in it belongs to him. That woman over there is just his wife."
"She doesn’t work, doesn’t earn a dime, and spends my son’s money like water.”
She even had the audacity to smile.
“I’ll admit, I started the smashing, but my son wouldn’t mind."
"He makes plenty of money. No need to waste your time here.”
The officer’s face hardened.
“Ma’am, these receipts clearly show the purchases were made by Mrs. Rivers."
"If she wants compensation, you’ll all need to come with us to the station for a proper investigation.”
“I’m not going!”
“Me neither!”
Miles’s relatives dug in their heels, flopping down on the couch amid shards of porcelain and glass.
“It wasn’t our idea to smash everything,” one of them whined, pointing at Miles’s parents.
“They told us this was their son’s house and that he didn’t care about money."
"If anyone should pay, it’s them!”
Miles’s dad bristled.
“I suggested you smash things; I didn’t force you!"
"What, should I suggest you jump off a bridge next? Will you do that too?”
The relatives rolled their eyes.
“Doesn’t matter. We don’t have that kind of money."
"Hell, we couldn’t scrape together even a hundred bucks. We came all this way for the holidays, only to get dragged into this mess."
"What a nightmare!”
Miles’s parents turned on them, shouting and arguing.
The room descended into chaos again, with everyone blaming everyone else.
Eventually, the officers had enough.
They separated the group and hauled everyone off to the station. Of course, I went along too.
On the way there, my best friend Grace texted me.
“Did they trash everything?”
I smiled and replied: “Every. Last. Thing.”
She sent back a string of celebratory emojis, followed by: “Lila, you’ve finally done it. Revenge looks good on you.”
I chuckled to myself.
“This is just the beginning. Everything Miles leeched off my family—I’m taking it all back.”
Last year, Miles and I drove his $3 million luxury car back to his hometown for the holidays.
I’d left the window cracked open, and one of his cousins’ kids thought it’d be funny to toss firecrackers into the car.
By the time I realized, the interior was completely ruined.
The kid’s mom brushed it off, saying, “He’s just a child. He doesn’t know any better.”
Miles’s mom chimed in, “If you make a fuss about this, it’ll embarrass the whole family."
"Besides, it’s just a car. Miles has plenty of money.”
When I turned to Miles, he pulled me aside and whispered, “Let it go, honey."
"They don’t know how much the car costs, and even if they did, they can’t afford to pay for the damage. Let’s not ruin the holidays.”
I let it slide because Miles begged me to.
But for the rest of that trip, his family treated me like a servant, ordering me around while badmouthing me behind my back.
They called me a gold digger, claimed my wealth was the result of sleeping my way to the top, and said Miles had been bewitched into marrying me.
They even said it was their family’s bad luck to have me around.
Well, this year, they showed up at my house.
So, I decided to return the favor—with interest.
Three nights ago, Miles snuck into the bathroom to talk to Serena Blake on the phone.
He thought I was asleep, but I heard every word.
Apparently, his entire extended family was coming to our house for New Year’s, and he wanted Serena to join them—as his future wife.
The next morning, I made a few calls.
Grace’s factory started cranking out counterfeit replicas of my most expensive possessions.
The real ones? Locked safely in the basement.
So, everything they smashed? Worthless fakes.
At the station, the officer looked serious.
“We’ve officially opened a case. The damages add up to $38 million."
"We’ll now assess how much each individual owes.”
When the cops walked in, everyone froze, mid-smash.
“Who called the cops?” Miles’s dad barked.
“I did,” I said calmly.
I pulled out my phone and showed the officer my purchase receipts.
“Officer, here’s proof. Everything they destroyed was newly bought."
"The total value? Over $40 million. I want full compensation.”
“Forty million?!” Miles’s relatives gawked, their jaws practically hitting the floor.
Miles’s mom quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Officer, there’s been a misunderstanding. This is my son’s house."
'Everything in it belongs to him. That woman over there is just his wife."
"She doesn’t work, doesn’t earn a dime, and spends my son’s money like water.”
She even had the audacity to smile.
“I’ll admit, I started the smashing, but my son wouldn’t mind."
"He makes plenty of money. No need to waste your time here.”
The officer’s face hardened.
“Ma’am, these receipts clearly show the purchases were made by Mrs. Rivers."
"If she wants compensation, you’ll all need to come with us to the station for a proper investigation.”
“I’m not going!”
“Me neither!”
Miles’s relatives dug in their heels, flopping down on the couch amid shards of porcelain and glass.
“It wasn’t our idea to smash everything,” one of them whined, pointing at Miles’s parents.
“They told us this was their son’s house and that he didn’t care about money."
"If anyone should pay, it’s them!”
Miles’s dad bristled.
“I suggested you smash things; I didn’t force you!"
"What, should I suggest you jump off a bridge next? Will you do that too?”
The relatives rolled their eyes.
“Doesn’t matter. We don’t have that kind of money."
"Hell, we couldn’t scrape together even a hundred bucks. We came all this way for the holidays, only to get dragged into this mess."
"What a nightmare!”
Miles’s parents turned on them, shouting and arguing.
The room descended into chaos again, with everyone blaming everyone else.
Eventually, the officers had enough.
They separated the group and hauled everyone off to the station. Of course, I went along too.
On the way there, my best friend Grace texted me.
“Did they trash everything?”
I smiled and replied: “Every. Last. Thing.”
She sent back a string of celebratory emojis, followed by: “Lila, you’ve finally done it. Revenge looks good on you.”
I chuckled to myself.
“This is just the beginning. Everything Miles leeched off my family—I’m taking it all back.”
Last year, Miles and I drove his $3 million luxury car back to his hometown for the holidays.
I’d left the window cracked open, and one of his cousins’ kids thought it’d be funny to toss firecrackers into the car.
By the time I realized, the interior was completely ruined.
The kid’s mom brushed it off, saying, “He’s just a child. He doesn’t know any better.”
Miles’s mom chimed in, “If you make a fuss about this, it’ll embarrass the whole family."
"Besides, it’s just a car. Miles has plenty of money.”
When I turned to Miles, he pulled me aside and whispered, “Let it go, honey."
"They don’t know how much the car costs, and even if they did, they can’t afford to pay for the damage. Let’s not ruin the holidays.”
I let it slide because Miles begged me to.
But for the rest of that trip, his family treated me like a servant, ordering me around while badmouthing me behind my back.
They called me a gold digger, claimed my wealth was the result of sleeping my way to the top, and said Miles had been bewitched into marrying me.
They even said it was their family’s bad luck to have me around.
Well, this year, they showed up at my house.
So, I decided to return the favor—with interest.
Three nights ago, Miles snuck into the bathroom to talk to Serena Blake on the phone.
He thought I was asleep, but I heard every word.
Apparently, his entire extended family was coming to our house for New Year’s, and he wanted Serena to join them—as his future wife.
The next morning, I made a few calls.
Grace’s factory started cranking out counterfeit replicas of my most expensive possessions.
The real ones? Locked safely in the basement.
So, everything they smashed? Worthless fakes.
At the station, the officer looked serious.
“We’ve officially opened a case. The damages add up to $38 million."
"We’ll now assess how much each individual owes.”
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