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Wealth and freedom
that was our dream.
My task was similar to my sister’s: take care
of my disabled husband, Harrison Hayes.
Honestly, when I first saw him, I was relieved.
He wasn’t what everyone said he was.
He wasn’t ugly.
He was incredibly handsome, even prettier
than most women.
But he seemed mute.
He never responded to anything I said.
He just stared at me with those beautiful
eyes.
I’d blush every time.
This was my ideal life.
My husband was breathtakingly handsome,
but couldn’t speak or move, meaning no
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responsibilities for me, only the rewards.
This was every woman’s dream!
One day, while wiping his face, I couldn’t help
but stare.
“Harrison, you’re so gorgeous.”
Since he supposedly couldn’t talk, I said
whatever I wanted.
“You’re so handsome, if you could walk and,
you know… I’d jump you in a heartbeat.”
Maybe my words were too bold.
Harrison looked up, his face flushed, his voice
raspy. “I… I didn’t mean to…”
I stumbled back, shocked.
“You… you… you can talk?!”
His usually stoic face turned crimson.
He didn’t speak again after that.
But Old Man Harrison heard.
He was ecstatic.
He bought me a helicopter.
A helicopter!
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When I told my sister, she was practically
green with envy. She then gritted her teeth
and said, “I should have switched husbands
with you. How am I supposed to ‘straighten‘
Cole?!”
Envy, jealousy, and hatred.
She said if she wasn’t my sister, she would
have throttled me.
Sisterhood is powerful.
I was still marveling at my new helicopter
when I found out Old Man Harrison gave my
sister a hundred million dollars.
I immediately called my sister. “Wait, we were
supposed to be in this together! How come
you’re suddenly so rich?!”
My sister just chuckled, her voice slightly
weak.
“Sis, I was tricked.”
“Cole isn’t gay. He’s a… a monster.”
She sounded genuinely furious
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I opened the video chat.
My sister was lying in bed, clutching her
waist, looking like she’d just won an Olympic-
level wrestling match.
I understood the hundred million dollars then.
She earned it.
