Chapter 1

At my engagement party, in front of all our family and friends, my fiancé, Ethan Carter, suddenly projected a massive, detailed Excel spreadsheet onto the giant screen.

"Chloe, since we’re getting married, we need to settle our accounts for the past three years."

"During our relationship, you drank 152 Starbucks lattes. I don’t drink sweet stuff, so you owe me for all of them."

"We stayed in hotels 58 times. You were the one who wanted to use condoms to avoid getting pregnant, meaning you were the sole beneficiary. So, you need to cover the full cost of those."

"And about that ultra-thin condom we used last night? It cost five dollars. You still haven't Venmoed me your $2.50 share."

The ballroom fell into dead silence.

I stared at his smug, self-righteous face. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a Venmo request from him.

At the same time, a notification popped up on Instagram. Ethan had just posted a new story.

It was a screenshot of his unpaid Venmo request to me. His caption read:

*“Marry a wife, not an ancestor. Even brothers keep clear accounts! Avoid women who try to leech off you for $2.50!”*

The comment section was already flooded with his friends calling me a "gold digger" and a "freeloader."

I stared at the Excel sheet on the screen and laughed.

"Fine. Since you want to settle accounts..."

"Let’s talk about how much rent you owe me for living in my apartment for the past three years."