Mike's Bet, Sarah's Win

Mike's Bet, Sarah's Win

Li Xiamo

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The smell of burnt turkey still hung in the air, but the stench of ruin was far stronger. My husband Mike, the man who worked his hands raw, sat at our kitchen table, his head in his hands. Eighty thousand dollars. Vanished. Emily's college fund, Mom's arthritis surgery, next year's mortgage on our Texas ranch house. Our entire future. He'd lost it all in a 'friendly game' of poker with his old buddy, Jake Riley. Mike was broken, promising double shifts, desperate to make it right. But it was too little, too late. I knew Jake. A leech, a con artist. Eighty grand in one night? This wasn't just bad luck; it was a setup. They thought they'd taken my hardworking, trusting husband for a fool. They thought they'd won. The numbness faded, replaced by cold fury. A faint, almost invisible scar on my left wrist, a ghost from a past I'd buried in the neon glare of Las Vegas, began to throb. I smashed Emily's ceramic unicorn, took her meager savings. 'Get up, Mike,' my voice cold, hard. 'We're going to pay Jake a visit.' He was terrified. I just smiled, a bitter, dangerous smile. He had no idea who he'd married. And Jake Riley was about to meet the 'Phantom Hand.'

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The smell of burnt turkey still hung in the air, but the stench of ruin was far stronger. My husband Mike, the man who worked his hands raw, sat at our kitchen table, his head in his hands. Eighty thousand dollars. Vanished. Emily's college fund, Mom's arthritis surgery, next year's mortgage on our Texas ranch house. Our entire future.

He'd lost it all in a 'friendly game' of poker with his old buddy, Jake Riley. Mike was broken, promising double shifts, desperate to make it right. But it was too little, too late.

I knew Jake. A leech, a con artist. Eighty grand in one night? This wasn't just bad luck; it was a setup. They thought they'd taken my hardworking, trusting husband for a fool. They thought they'd won.

The numbness faded, replaced by cold fury. A faint, almost invisible scar on my left wrist, a ghost from a past I'd buried in the neon glare of Las Vegas, began to throb.

I smashed Emily's ceramic unicorn, took her meager savings. 'Get up, Mike,' my voice cold, hard. 'We're going to pay Jake a visit.' He was terrified. I just smiled, a bitter, dangerous smile. He had no idea who he'd married. And Jake Riley was about to meet the 'Phantom Hand.'

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