Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 85

Chapter 2

I made sure the four of us – me, Karen, my dad Steve, and Tyler – had this perfect little family bonding session.

We shared fruit, watched a movie together, the whole wholesome family dinner vibe.

But by the time we all headed to our rooms after dinner, the fake smiles were barely hanging on.

I stared at that passport in my nightstand drawer for what felt like forever.

Finally, I grabbed my phone and pulled up that Reddit post I’d bookmarked earlier.

No new updates yet, so I did what any sane person with trust issues would do – I stalked her profile.

Karen didn’t post much, but the few posts she had absolutely destroyed me.

[Daughter Training Manual #1: Convince your daughter that taking a gap year is “for her health” when really you just need her to babysit your precious son through his first year of college!]

[Daughter Training Manual #2: When house hunting, manipulate your daughter into “choosing” the shitty north-facing bedroom so your son gets the master suite with southern exposure.]

[Daughter Training Manual #3: Cut up fruit for your daughter so she thinks you love her – but use the overripe crap that’s about to go bad anyway. She gets the scraps, son gets the fresh produce.]

[Daughter Training Manual #4: How to get your daughter to voluntarily eat all the vegetables so your son can have all the good meat?]

With every post I clicked, another piece of my soul died.

So I didn’t actually take that gap year because I was sick – Karen and Steve literally made me sick on purpose so I could be Tyler’s personal tutor during his freshman year.

The whole bedroom thing? Tyler never wanted my room. They set up that entire fake sibling rivalry so I’d feel “special” being closer to mommy and daddy, when really they were just making sure their golden boy got the penthouse suite.

And that fruit Tyler “never touched”? Not because they wouldn’t let him – because it was rotting and he knew better than to eat garbage.

Even my study abroad opportunity was just another chess move – they wanted me overseas to be Tyler’s built-in emotional support animal in a foreign country.

No wonder Tyler always looked at me like I was some kind of joke.

That’s all I was in this house, wasn’t I? The family punchline.

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Gold Digger vs Gold Saver: My Man’s Double Life

Chapter 2

My chest felt tight, my eyes started burning with tears I refused to let fall.

All these years, I thought I was the princess of this household and Tyler was just my annoying little sidekick. Turns out I was living in a complete delusion!

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. Every single memory from my childhood suddenly had this twisted new explanation thanks to Karen’s sick little manual.

When I snapped back to reality and checked that original passport post again, I saw she’d updated it ten minutes ago.

[I already threw her passport in the laundry basket, but the little bitch was too paranoid and caught me red-handed when she came back for something.]

[Thank god she’s stupid though – didn’t suspect a thing. She even insisted we all eat fruit together, so our whole family had to choke down those nasty overripe strawberries lmao. Daughters really are just chaos agents!]

The comments section was NOT having it.

[You’re literally a woman yourself – how can you talk about your own daughter like THIS?]

[Then why did you even have her?? You brought her into this world just to manipulate her – you’re worse than garbage!]

[It’s 2025 and you’re still pulling this sexist bullshit? Your daughter sounds amazing – maybe you should’ve stopped at one kid and kept HER instead.]

Even though people were defending me, Karen went full psycho mode.

She replied to every single supportive comment with the most vile, toxic responses, basically telling everyone to go fuck

themselves and their entire family tree.

I thought for sure she’d delete the post after getting dragged so hard.

But no.

She pinned her own reply to the top:

[Y’all are just coping because you got stuck with money-draining daughters too. I only had a daughter to be my son’s support

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