My Sponsored Student Stole My Wife

The charity student I had been sponsoring for ten years just got into a university near my house. He asked if he could crash at my place for a few days to get used to the city before the semester started.

In my past life, I readily agreed. I not only bought him all kinds of daily necessities, but also prepared a brand-new MacBook and an iPhone as a reward for his hard work.

But when he saw them, his face darkened instantly.

"Liam, I used to think you were just some average middle-class guy. I actually felt grateful to you."

"I didn't expect you to be this rich. Giving me just this cheap stuff seems a bit insulting, don't you think?"

"And that three-hundred-dollar monthly allowance you promised is a joke. It needs to be at least three thousand."

I refused him on the spot and told him that if he found it too little, he could find someone else to sponsor him.

Seeing my firm stance, he immediately apologized, claiming he was just making a joke.

I thought he had learned his lesson.

I was wrong. That very night, while I was working late at the office, he slipped a massive dose of sleeping pills to my three-year-old daughter. Then, he crawled into my wife's bed.

By the time I found out, my daughter was already dead from an overdose.

I was consumed by rage. But during our physical confrontation, he pushed me off the balcony, sending me plummeting to my death.

Afterward, he used his sweet talk to seduce my wife, got her pregnant, and successfully took over my position, stealing my entire estate.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the charity student called.

Hearing his request to stay at my place, my face remained dead calm.

"Sorry, Tristan. My house isn't open to strangers."

"Also, since you are now an adult, you'll have to figure out your own tuition and living expenses from now on."

Before I could even hang up the phone, my wife, Chloe, snatched it right out of my hand. Her voice turned incredibly sweet as she spoke into the receiver.

"Tristan, don't mind Liam. He's just exhausted from work today and in a bad mood."

"It's just staying over for a few days, of course you can. I'll pick you up from the station tomorrow."

She hung up and turned to glare at me, her voice filled with annoyance.

"Liam, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"You've sponsored him for ten years. What's a few more years of college? You should finish what you started."

"The poor boy came all this way for school. He doesn't know anyone here. What's wrong with letting him crash on our couch for a few days?"

I snatched the phone back and looked at her coldly.

"I said no, Chloe. And I mean it."

"It's my money. I give it to whoever I want. If I don't want to, no one gets a single dime from me."

Tristan's whimpering, victim-playing voice immediately came through the speaker.

"Liam, Chloe, please don't fight because of me."

"It's my fault. I didn't think this through. I didn't mean to disrupt your family's life."

"I won't come, okay? Liam, please don't be mad at Chloe."

"Please, I beg you, don't cut off my tuition and allowance. I really want to go to college."

I let out a cold laugh.

"Cut the act, Tristan. My decision is final."

With that, I hung up.

Chloe's face darkened instantly.

"Did you take the wrong meds today? How can you be so heartless?"

"Tristan is such a sweet, sensible boy. Why are you pushing him into a corner?"

I stared at Chloe's face. My mind was flooded with images of her ugly, smirking face when she committed perjury in court in my past life.

Tristan was the one who murdered me and our daughter.

Yet, to protect Tristan and the bastard child in her belly, she ruthlessly painted me as a depressed, lunatic husband who poisoned his own daughter before jumping off the balcony.

An uncontrollable wave of pure hatred surged from the depths of my soul.

I pointed directly at the front door.

"Chloe, let me make this crystal clear."

"If you ever contact Tristan again, we are getting a divorce."

Chloe froze, clearly not expecting me to take it this far.

She sighed and reached out to grab my arm, her tone softening.

"Liam, don't be mad."

"I just thought since you sponsored Tristan for so many years, you actually liked the kid."

"I had no idea you despised him this much."

"Fine, fine. I promise I won't contact him again. Just stop throwing the word 'divorce' around, okay?"

I brushed her hand off, not even wanting to look at her.

Chloe cleared her throat awkwardly.

"By the way, the office is sending me on a business trip for a few days."

"Get some rest at home. I'll bring you a nice gift when I get back."

I genuinely thought that without Tristan's interference, I could still keep this family together.

After all, my daughter was so young. I didn't want her to suffer the pain of a broken family.

But the next afternoon, when I went to pick my daughter up from her after-school art class.

Just as I reached the door, the teacher ran up to me.

"Mr. Vance, what are you doing here?"

"Lily was already picked up by her mom and a young man a little while ago."

A horrible sense of dread washed over me. I frantically dialed Chloe's number.

The phone rang for a long time before she finally picked up.

"Chloe! Where the hell did you take my daughter?!"

Chloe's cheerful voice came through the line.

"Oh, you're off work? I already brought Lily home."

"There's a huge surprise waiting for you. Hurry back!"

Ignoring whatever "surprise" she had, I slammed my foot on the gas and sped home as fast as I could.

When I kicked the front door open, Tristan was sitting on my sofa.

He was holding a glass of milk, slowly moving it toward my daughter's lips.

In my past life, this was exactly what Tristan did when I wasn't home.

He crushed a massive amount of sleeping pills, mixed them into the milk, and tricked my three-year-old daughter into drinking it.

By the time I found out, her tiny body was already cold.

Pure terror seized me.

I rushed over like a madman and slapped the glass right out of Tristan's hand.

"Get the hell away from my daughter!"

With a loud crash, the glass shattered on the hardwood floor, spilling white milk everywhere.

Lily burst into tears, terrified.

I scooped her up, holding her tightly against my chest, my entire body shaking with rage and fear.

Tristan gasped, looking at the spilled milk on the floor, pretending to be completely helpless and shocked.

Hearing the commotion, Chloe ran out of the kitchen.

Seeing the mess and our crying daughter, she screamed at me.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

I glared at Tristan with venom in my eyes, then turned to demand an answer from Chloe.

"I asked you, why is he in my house?!"

Chloe quickly pulled Tristan behind her back, shielding him.

"My business trip was canceled! Tristan just arrived at the train station, so I picked him up on my way back to have dinner with us. What is your problem?"

I looked at her coldly.

"Chloe, do you treat my words as a joke?"

"What did I tell you yesterday? If you contact him again, we are divorcing!"

Hearing this, Chloe lost her temper completely.

"You are being absolutely ridiculous!"

"I brought Tristan here because I wanted you to see how amazing and talented this boy is!"

"If you just spend a few days with him, you'll change your mind!"

"I'm trying to save your ten-year investment from going down the drain, and this is how you treat me? You're threatening me with divorce!"

Tristan peeked out from behind Chloe, his eyes red, looking incredibly wronged and stubborn.

"Liam, please don't blame Chloe. It's all my fault."

"Both of you are my saviors. I don't want you guys to fight because of me."

"I'll leave right now. I won't get in your way."

He made a show of grabbing his suitcase, but stopped right at the front door.

"As for my tuition and living expenses, don't worry, Liam. I'll find a way."

"Even if... even if I have to steal or rob, I will get the money."

Chloe immediately grabbed Tristan's arm, her heart breaking for him.

"Tristan, don't say such foolish things!"

"Don't worry. Even if he doesn't sponsor you, I will make sure you finish college!"

Then she turned and glared at me with absolute hatred.

"Look at what you've done!"

"I thought you were a generous, noble man. I didn't realize you were so petty and narrow-minded!"

"You are pushing a good kid into a life of crime!"

I let out a cold, mocking laugh.

Whether he went to steal or rob was none of my business. I wasn't the one forcing him.

Seeing that I remained silent, Chloe sighed.

"You've been working too much overtime lately, so I'll let this slide. I know you're just talking out of anger."

"I'm going to take Tristan out for a nice dinner to calm him down."

"Stay home and cool your head! And stop using divorce as a threat."

"Lily is only three. If she grows up without a mother, she'll be laughed at by all the other kids at preschool!"

With that, she dragged Tristan out the door.

Before leaving, Tristan turned back and shot me a quick look.

That look was filled with smugness and pure provocation.

Not long after, my phone buzzed.

It was a text from Chloe on Snapchat.

"Since you don't want Tristan staying at the house, I'm taking him to a nearby luxury hotel for now."

"I'll take him around the city for a few days to clear his head."

"You should spend this time reflecting on your behavior."

I stared at the screen and let out a cold laugh.

Reflecting?

Oh, I definitely needed to reflect.

Reflect on how blind I was to have married such a piece of garbage who constantly backed an outsider over her own family.

Chloe's heart was completely rotten.

Since that was the case, there was nothing left to say.

I dialed my lawyer's number immediately.

"Gary, draft a divorce agreement for me. I need it done as fast as possible."

Then, I called a private investigator I knew well.

"I need you to investigate two people for me. My wife, Chloe Vance, and a college student named Tristan."

Over the next few days, Chloe didn't contact me, and I thoroughly enjoyed the peace.

But looking at my daughter, I couldn't help but feel anxious.

This house was no longer safe.

Who knew what disgusting tricks Tristan would pull next?

With that in mind, I quickly packed a few of Lily's clothes and daily necessities.

I put her in her car seat and drove straight to my parents' house.

Just as I arrived, my phone buzzed with two photos from Tristan.

The first photo showed a massive, luxurious bed in a five-star hotel. Laid out neatly on it were a brand-new MacBook Pro, an iPhone 15 Pro Max, several luxury watches, and a few designer men's suits with the tags still on.

The second photo showed two hands clasped together. On their ring fingers were matching Cartier love rings.

I didn't even need to guess whose hands those were. It was Chloe and Tristan.

Looking at the photos, I chuckled.

Tristan probably thought he had landed himself a super-rich sugar mama.

But what he didn't know was this:

The only reason we lived in a penthouse and drove luxury cars was because I worked my ass off, pulling crazy overtime to become the Vice President of my company.

Meanwhile, Chloe had zero ambition. She had been working the same dead-end, lazy receptionist job for years.

Her monthly paycheck, after taxes and insurance, was a pathetic fifteen hundred dollars.

And she sent every single penny of that to her toxic, male-favoring family.

I only gave her a credit card because I didn't want her to feel embarrassed when she went shopping with her friends.

I never expected she would use my hard-earned money to play sugar mama to a broke college kid.

I called the bank immediately and froze the card.

My mom came out of the living room. Seeing my dark expression, she walked over with concern.

"What's wrong? You look awful. Did you and Chloe have a fight?"

I didn't want my parents to worry, so I took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"It's nothing, Mom. Just a minor issue at work."

"I might be really busy for the next few days, so I was hoping you and Dad could watch Lily for a bit."

My dad walked out of his study and scooped Lily into his arms.

"Don't worry about her. Go handle your business."

"But remember, if you're dealing with something difficult, don't keep it to yourself."

"Your mother and I will always have your back. If things get too tough, just come home. We can still support you."

Hearing my dad's words, my eyes welled up with tears.

In my past life, after my death.

My parents couldn't bear the grief of losing both their son and granddaughter. They both passed away shortly after.

In this life, I would never let that tragedy happen again.

Leaving my parents' house, I drove back to my apartment complex.

Just as I parked my car and got out, I ran right into Chloe and Tristan.

Chloe's face was livid. The moment she saw me, she charged at me.

"Liam! What the hell is your problem?!"

"Why did you freeze my card?!"

I looked at her coldly.

"Let me remind you, Chloe. That is my card."

"Do I need your permission to freeze my own credit card?"

Chloe's face flushed red with anger, completely speechless.

Seeing this, Tristan stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Chloe's shoulder.

"What do you mean, 'your card'?"

"Liam, don't think I don't know the truth. Chloe told me everything. You only enjoy this rich lifestyle because of her hard work over the years."

"I didn't expect you to be such an ungrateful leech, trying to steal Chloe's money just because you're married to her!"

He turned to Chloe, his face filled with dramatic pity.

"Chloe, this kind of man doesn't deserve you."

"He's just dead weight. You should divorce him right now!"

I sneered in my mind. A few days ago, he was playing the polite kid, and now he was calling her 'Chloe' so naturally.

It was the evening rush hour, and many neighbors were returning home.

Hearing the loud argument, they began to gather around us.

Seeing the crowd, Tristan's eyes turned red. He pointed a finger at me, shouting dramatically.

"Everyone, please listen to this!"

"He promised to sponsor my college education."

"But right before the semester started, he told me that if I wanted the money, I had to obey him."

"He wanted me... he wanted me to sleep with the rich, older women he introduced me to!"

"If Chloe hadn't stepped in to save me out of the goodness of her heart, I don't know what I would have done..."

With that, Tristan covered his face, looking like he was traumatized and deeply victimized.

The neighbors' looks toward me shifted instantly.

"Oh my god, he looks like such a decent guy. Who knew he was doing something so disgusting behind closed doors?"

"You can't judge a book by its cover. He looks so handsome and professional, but his heart is absolutely rotten."

"Exactly! He has a daughter of his own. How could he be so cruel to another kid?"

Listening to the whispers, Chloe took a step forward, a smug smile playing on her lips as she whispered to me:

"Hear that, Liam? Everyone sees what you are."

"I'm warning you, unfreeze the card right now, and I might help you clear your name before this gets out of hand."