Chapter 3

I immediately had Seraphina move into Brandon's house instead of the apartment next door.

My mother-in-law, as expected, was overjoyed.

She warmly held Seraphina’s hand.

“Oh, just look at that big backside of yours, definitely the type to bear sons! If all six babies are boys, I’ll be over the moon every single day!”

I didn’t show any suspicion, pretending to be completely clueless.

Whatever Seraphina craved, I cooked, acting like a complete idiot, even eagerly offering to be the children’s godmother.

No matter how much Seraphina and Brandon flirted and put on a show in private,

Every night after they fell asleep, I’d get up to scout for a shelter.

Counting down the days, the deep freeze apocalypse was only two weeks away.

I looked at the one million dollars my father had left me as a dowry and decided to use it to build a comfortable, warm shelter.

First, I chose my old family’s abandoned air-raid shelter as my survival spot.

It was currently derelict, but in its prime, it had saved the lives of the entire village.

This air-raid shelter had been built by a renowned architect who had returned from abroad.

I just needed to spend money to renovate it into a secure bunker.

I contacted my cousin, Liam, who was still in the village, and asked him to help me with it.

Liam was puzzled: “You’re living so well in the city, why suddenly think of that old air-raid shelter in the village? That place is a real dump now.”

Seeing I wasn't willing to reveal too much, Liam didn't press further, just adding with concern,

“If things aren't going well in the city, coming back to the village is fine too. If you’re ever feeling wronged, remember to tell your big brother.”

My eyes welled up a bit.

In my past life, my mother-in-law often looked down on me for having relatives in the countryside.

She’d mock me, saying I was a country bumpkin trying to act like royalty.

But my family background wasn’t bad at all. My father was the first person in our village to get into a top university, and after graduating, he landed a respectable job before meeting my mother.

Sadly, a car accident took them both.

As I grew up, I made a terrible mistake, failing to see Brandon’s true nature as a mama’s boy.

After we married, my mother-in-law constantly checked my phone, terrified I’d use her family’s money to help my own.

What she didn’t know was that our village had become quite prosperous long ago.

Our living conditions were perfectly fine.

“Still sneaking around on the phone? Is it another one of your poor relatives trying to leech off us?!”

Eleanor stood behind me, her face dark.

Brandon grumbled, “My mom said we’re not allowed to use our money to subsidize poor relatives. Do you even care about my mom anymore?!”

I lowered myself, offering a placating smile and apology.

“No, no, I was just asking another family’s nanny for advice on how to make special pregnancy soup for Seraphina.”

They seemed half-convinced, and I managed to smooth things over.

Inside, I sneered.

The [Family Name] family did have some cash, but it was all from rental properties.

That’s why Seraphina hooked up with Brandon.

Willingly bearing his children.

But soon, their pathetic pile of money wouldn’t mean anything.

In the deep freeze apocalypse, only food and water would be truly valuable.

Money would just be a pile of worthless paper.

I wouldn’t forget the hatred from my past life.

I would meticulously set my plans, making sure those three got what they deserved.

Soon, I’d be living comfortably in my renovated bunker, eating well and enjoying life.

And they? They could just tear each other apart!