Part 3The Trophy Wife's Tax

The next morning, only Mia, Dad, and I were at the breakfast table.

I asked, "Where's Lana?" If she was absent, I could test the waters with Dad.

Dad took a sip of soup and said slowly, "Her daughter woke up sick this morning. She went to look after her."

I blurted out, "Dad, you didn't transfer her more money, did you?"

"That's not the point," he said, pausing. "Jay, you need to be more careful at home. We have a woman living here now, and you need to be mindful."

I was completely confused. "What do you mean?"

He coughed awkwardly, sounding displeased. "Yesterday, you were changing and ran into Lana after your shower, didn't you?"

"You're a man, she's a woman. She didn't want to look, but you need to be more conscious. She felt awkward telling you, but you need to pay attention."

The food in my throat felt stuck. I hadn't even exposed her yet, and she had already twisted the story and complained about me!

The smear campaign was effective. Even if I told Dad the truth now, he'd be skeptical. That old hag was not only shamelessly aggressive but also incredibly calculating.

I considered arguing, but Mia secretly kicked my leg and jumped into the conversation. "No problem, Dad. I'll remind Jay to be more mindful."

Fine. Listen to the wife.

First battle lost.

After Dad left for his walk, I looked at Mia and raised my hands in surrender. "Wife, I respect your judgment. You are a genius. Please tell me what to do. I'm launching Operation: Protect the Family!"