Michael, however, was completely confident.
“I’ve taken care of everything. She won’t be able to find any flaws.”
Even the toilet paper, toiletries, pillowcases, dishes, and kitchenware were all identical. The skincare and perfume on the dresser were the same. It was so detailed that it felt like Michael was actually dating, marrying, and living with the same person.
No wonder I hadn’t noticed. I thought, Samantha from the police station has the same hair color as me. Exactly the same.
So identical, a chill ran down my back, but a soft coat draped over me.
“Have you figured out what to do?”
I turned, meeting Ethan’s rare, concerned face, and forced a smile. “Of course.”
My mother always said, if you’re hit, you should hit back, and if you’re bullied, you should make the other person feel even worse.
I was taught not to swallow your anger, but to fight violence with violence.
I took the property deed to this house and listed it online, offering it for sale at 70% below market price. I had only one requirement:
The buyer had to be aggressive and ruthless.
Then, I had Ethan use his identity to exert pressure. After thoroughly investigating the matter of Samantha’s son’s schooling, I had hair samples from Michael and Samantha’s son prepared for a paternity test.
Finally, I led my men straight to Michael Reynolds’ hometown and raised my hand.
A loud explosion shook the quiet countryside, reducing the half-built house to rubble.
Michael was just released from the police station. Barely able to breathe, before he could react, his phone rang with a call from home.
His mother’s voice was furious. “Who on earth did you offend?”
“Our family house back home was bombed to the ground! I brought our relatives to the police, but they showed us piles of documents, all valid! I was finally starting to see some hope, and now it’s all gone!”
“I don’t care!”
“You have to give me my house back!”
His mother broke down sobbing. Before Samantha Hayes could even try to soothe her, the neighborhood committee called.
“Mrs. Reynolds, when are you coming to pick up Ethan Jr.?”
“Your son has been taking turns staying with neighbors for ten days. If you don’t come, we’ll file charges for abandonment.”
Samantha froze.
Then she snapped completely, shouting, “Who abandoned him?”
“What the hell are you talking about!”
Michael tried to calm his mother down. “Mom, I’ll take care of this, I promise.”