Chapter 5

Sitting in the mediation room at the police station, my hands were clenched into fists.

Evan sat across from me and spoke. "Sir, I really don't know what's gotten into my wife today."

"She said before that collecting rent was too tiring for her, and she insisted on handing it over to me. She even wrote me an authorization letter."

He pulled out documents from his bag and handed them to the officer. "Look, it has her personal signature and fingerprint."

The officer took the authorization letter to examine it. "Ms. White, the signature on here really is your handwriting. Do you have anything to explain?"

I stared at the signature on the authorization letter. It was indeed my handwriting.

But I never signed this document.

Suddenly, I remembered a few days ago when Evan had me sign what he called a fitness assessment form.

I had just finished working out and signed it without thinking, even adding my fingerprint.

"He tricked me into signing this! That was a gym assessment form, not any authorization letter!"

Evan shook his head. "Jasmine, your lies are getting more and more ridiculous."

"You didn't just sign it—you even recorded a video for me, saying you were worried the tenants wouldn't believe me."

"Sir, I have video evidence."

He pulled out his phone and played a video. In it, I was sitting on a sofa, smiling and greeting the camera.

"Hello everyone, I'm Jasmine White. Because I'm trying to conceive and not feeling well lately, all rent collection matters for this building will be fully handled by my husband, Evan Hayes."

"I hope everyone will cooperate with his work. Thank you."

The voice and expressions were exactly like mine.

I reached for the phone. "This is fake! This is an AI-generated video! Look carefully! The lip movements don't match! This is forged!"

The officer pulled the phone away. "Ms. White, please calm down!"

"From the evidence we currently have, you are indeed legally married, and you did authorize him to collect rent."

"If you insist the video and signature are forged, you need to provide solid evidence."

"Otherwise, we can only determine this is an ordinary domestic dispute."

I collapsed into my chair. The household registration system was tampered with, the signature was obtained through deception, the video was faked, and even my house was occupied.

Evan had set up an elaborate scheme to swallow my assets.

Mrs. Hayes rolled her eyes at me. "Sir, just ignore her. She's pregnant and not thinking clearly."

"Once she has the baby, she'll settle down naturally."

"Let's go, son. Let's take her home. Don't embarrass ourselves here anymore."

Evan walked over and put his arm around my shoulder.

With his back to the officers, he whispered to me, "You're finished."

I looked at his face. "Evan Hayes, do you think you've already won?"

Evan froze. "What trick are you trying to pull now?"

I turned to the officer. "Officer, I'm involved in illegal fundraising. Please immediately freeze all assets under my name."