Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 4

**Marriage Without Temperature by Mark Twain – Chapter 4**

Grant’s expression turned to stone, a blank canvas of disbelief. “What?” he managed to stammer, as if the very word was a lifeline he desperately clung to.

“We’re done.” My voice emerged with an unsettling calmness, like the eye of a storm before chaos erupted. “I’ll divide the condo according to what we each contributed. I’ll be out by the end of the week.”

Amber, who had been nestled against Grant’s chest, lifted her gaze. For a fleeting moment, a look of pure triumph danced across her features—a glimmer of victory that was quickly snuffed out as her facade slipped back into place—wounded, fragile, and innocent.

“I didn’t mean to cause problems between you two—” she began, her voice a whisper, laced with faux sincerity.

“Save it.” I cut her off, my tone sharp, like a blade slicing through the tension.

She froze, her body rigid, as if my words had cast a spell of silence over her.

“Amber Wade, right? I read your post. Really moving stuff.” I couldn’t help but let a sardonic smile creep onto my lips.

All the color drained from her face, leaving it ashen.

Grant looked back and forth between us, confusion etched on his features. “What post?”

With a swift motion, I pulled up the Reddit thread on my phone, thrusting it into his line of sight.

His eyes widened, then widened even more, as the blood drained from his skin in real time, a ghostly pallor taking over.

“This… Liv, this isn’t—”

“That’s your side profile. I’d recognize that mole behind your ear anywhere.” I turned the screen towards Amber, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Shame you didn’t get it in frame. Would’ve made the whole thing more authentic.”

Amber bit down on her lip, hard enough to leave marks, her eyes darting away in shame.

Grant snatched my phone from my hand, scrolling through the post with frantic urgency. With each swipe, his expression morphed from confusion to horror.

“You posted this?” He turned to Amber, his voice hollow, as if the life had been sucked out of it.

“I love you,” she cried, her tears spilling over once again, a well-rehearsed performance. “And everything I wrote was true. You did buy me that jewelry.”

A small crowd had gathered, neighbors slowing their pace as they passed by, phones half-raised, capturing the spectacle unfolding before them.

“Holy shit, is that Dr. Archer?” one voice exclaimed, awe mixed with disbelief.

“Man, you never know with people,” another chimed in.

“Isn’t his fiancée some hotshot surgeon? Yikes,” a third voice added, the gossip spreading like wildfire.

Grant’s jaw clenched, his frustration palpable. He lowered his voice to a fierce hiss. “Liv. Inside. Now. We’re not doing this here.”

“Doing what? Telling the truth?” I shot back, my heart racing with adrenaline.

“Seven years.” His voice trembled, a mixture of anger and desperation. “You’re really going to throw away seven years and humiliate me in front of the whole building?”

“You did that yourself.”

I stepped closer, forcing him to meet my gaze, unwilling to back down.

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