Other than this house, Eli had no savings. Now that half of it belonged to me, the only option was to auction it off and give me my share.Afraid that Beatrix would take the money and leave before he got out of prison, he handed everything over to his father. Andrew happily took the money, sent Amy to a cheap nursing home, divorced her, and ran off with Silvia.Beatrix, the newlywed wife, didn't get a single cent.The next day, I was swamped with work at the restaurant. Beatrix, looking utterly exhausted, stumbled in. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a mess, and her once-polished nails chipped beyond recognition.The moment she entered, she dropped to her knees with a thud, with tears streaming down her face.She sobbed, "Keri, I asked around. This restaurant is yours. I just married Eli, and you personally sent him to jail. Please, have mercy on me. The money to organize our wedding reception and the wedding gifts—it was all borrowed from relatives."I'm still pregnant with his
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