First Incident
Husband’s Rampage: Smashes tables, chairs, ptes, and cups.
Hez’s Response: Repces everything under Alicia’s name (third-party purchase).
System Refund:
50,000 spent→50,000spent→100,000 refunded.
Current Money:
2,300,000→2,350,000.
Second Incident (2 Days Later)
Husband Returns: Enraged by viral footage of his tantrum, he wrecks the shop again.
Hez’s Move: Buys repcements again.
System Refund: Another
50,000→100,000.
Current Money:
2,350,000→2,400,000.
Third & Fourth Incidents
The same scenario repeats—twice more.
Each time, Hez profits 50,000 from the refund.
Final Current Money: 2,520,000.
The Legal Strike
With the husband’s multiple destructive episodes all caught on CCTV and social media, Hez finally makes his move:
Hires a top wyer (20,000).
Files wsuits for:
Criminal property damage.
Emotional distress (witnesses + video evidence).
Restraining order viotion (if applicable).
The system logs the final py:
[Legal Expenditure: 20,000] (Non-refundable, but negligible compared to profits.)
Familiarity Updates
Sara Lim: 73 → 76 (Unshakable loyalty—Hez freed her completely.)
Alicia Voss: 84 → 86 (Satisfied by justice served.)
The Aftermath
The husband faces fines, possible jail time, and public humiliation.
The coffee shop is fully restored, now with better security.
Hez sits back, watching his wealth and influence grow.
The game had turned the husband’s rage into pure profit—and Sara was finally free.
***
Rob, Sara’s husband, trudged home after a devastating day. The court had ruled against him in the civil suit filed by Alicia, leaving him bankrupt. His reputation was in ruins—viral videos of his violent outbursts at the coffee shop had cost him his job, and now, his dignity.
As he approached his house, his eyes locked onto the sleek Ferrari parked outside his compound. His jaw tightened. Since when could Sara afford something like that?
He unlocked the front door and stepped inside, the silence of the house pressing against him. Then—a sound. Faint, muffled, but unmistakable. A woman’s moan.
His pulse spiked.
He moved through the house, room by room, finding nothing. The sound wasn’t coming from inside.
Stepping back outside, he circled the compound, his footsteps heavy with suspicion.
Left side: Nothing.
Right side: Empty.
Then, as he moved toward the rear of the house, the sounds grew clearer—breathy, rhythmic. His hands clenched into fists.
Rounding the corner, his blood turned to ice.
There, pressed against the wall, was Sara—her body arched, her fingers digging into the brick as a man he didn’t recognize moved behind her.
Rob’s vision blurred with rage.
Sara—his wife—wasn’t just free now.
She was winning.
Rob's heavy footsteps thudded across the grass as he charged forward, his face twisted in fury. His meaty fist swung wildly, connecting with Hez's jaw with a dull thud.
Sara (screaming): "NO, HEZ!"
Rob froze—Hez? The name echoed in his mind. The man who had ruined him. The man who now had his wife.
Hez staggered back, wiping blood from his lip, but his expression remained eerily calm. He zipped his trousers and turned to Sara, his voice steady.
Hez: "Get dressed."
Sobbing, Sara scrambled to pull on her clothes, her hands trembling. Rob swung again, but years of neglect had left him slow, weak. His blows nded like dull thumps—enough to bruise, but not break.
Then—sirens.
The police arrived in perfect timing, as if scripted. Officers swarmed the scene, pulling Rob off Hez.
Officer: "Rob Lim? You're under arrest for assault."
Rob's protests were drowned out as handcuffs snapped around his wrists.
Hez, still bleeding, smirked. He got to have sex with another man's beautiful wife, despite being beaten afterwards.
"No, this bastard was fucking my wife!"
As the police hauled Rob away, Hez felt a sharp tingle ripple through his body. The system dashboard fshed before his eyes with a message he’d never seen before:
[CONGRATULATIONS]
[Achievement Unlocked: Non-Financial Victory]
[Objective: Liberate a Victim of Domestic Abuse - SUCCESS]
[Reward: Physical Enhancement]
Winning away a suffering wife. You receive 1 award, changing your physical body part]
The options pulsed in his vision:
+5cm Height
+5cm Hand Size
+5cm increase of penis length
A slow grin spread across Hez’s face.
No hesitation.
He selected Option 3.
A searing heat surged through him, followed by an immediate tightness in his pants. Sara, still sniffling nearby, blinked as she noticed the sudden... adjustment in his silhouette.
Sara (whispering, shocked): "…Did you just—?"
Hez (smoothing his clothes, smug): "This big thing was inside you just now, don't be shy."
As the cops shoved Rob into the squad car, Hez smirked.
This wasn’t just about money anymore.
The game had just gotten much more interesting.
