“Well, alright then!” Jake’s parents beamed and raised their glasses. “Thank you so much. Since you’re being so generous, rest assured we won’t skimp on anything for Laura!”
“No need to be so formal. You’ve already paid so much on the down payment!” my d
my dad prod
replied.
The atmosphere was warm, and our families enjoyed pleasant conversation. I hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly. I glanced across the table at Jake, his face glowing as he shared drinks with my dad.
So, was I really going to marry him?
But for some reason, the thought of marrying Jake left me feeling oddly unsettled. Before the discussion turned to wedding dates, 1 excused myself, claiming a stomach ache, and went to the restroom
In the stall. I pulled out my phone and checked Reddit. I was stunned to see that the same user had just posted an update, only a
minute ago!
“Met both families today. Just like Dad said, as soon as we showed them the property deed in her name, they immediately agreed. They noch offered to help pay off the mortgage! Haha, they don’t know that I borrowed the down payment from the bank, so we’ll be paying it back together once we’re married!
Reading this, I felt as if I’d been plunged into ice Yet another coincidence. Meeting the families, the deed, the mortgage payments everything matched
+15 BONUS
With trembling hands, I left a comment: “What if she finds out and refuses to help with the mortgage?”
I immediately started refreshing the page, my fingers numb and icy as I scrolled, over and over, until finally, a red notification appeared.
I clicked on it and saw his reply: “The deed’s in her name. She has no choice but to help pay.”
A lump prose in my throat, making it hard to breathe. My mind was numb as I typed back mechanically: “But once it’s paid off, the house will be hers, and it won’t matter to you.”
“You don’t get it,” he replied. “Once we’re married, I’ll convince her to sell it and buy a bigger place. Then it’ll become marital property. I already checked with a lawyer–if we do that, half of it will be mine!”
