I Stumbled Upon a Contract in My Wife’s Car — Her Rich Father Had a Deal with Her Behind My Back

Firefighter Grant has always believed that love conquers all. Until he finds divorce papers in his wife’s car, tied to a deal with her ruthless father. Betrayal burns deep, but Meghan has something else up her sleeve… Soon, a high-stakes game begins, where love, loyalty, and revenge collide in a way no one sees coming.

I’ll be honest, I’ve never been the kind of guy who was happy sitting behind a desk and doing a boring job. I was never the kind of guy who wore a suit, other than for funerals or weddings.

I am a hands-on, grease-in-your-face kind of guy, who grew up in a family where hard work meant everything. And the one lesson we always had growing up was: you stood by your family no matter what.

That’s the only kind of life I know.

But then I met Meghan, and things got a bit twisted.

I’ll never forget the night we met. The guys and I were taking part in our usual chili cookoff. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was what we loved to do on our quiet evenings.

Not that we were allowed to say the word “quiet.”

“Don’t even think about saying the ‘q’ word, Grant!” my partner, Phil, said as he squeezed a lemon.

“I wasn’t going to!” I exclaimed. “But I think you mentioning it counts. It’s on Phil, everyone!”

And just like that, our fire alarms went off, alerting us to a tragedy.

There was a fire in the apartment building just off the university campus. It was close to us, so being the closest fire station, we were the ones to save the day.

When we got to the apartment building, smoke was already pouring from the windows.

“Right, you all know what to do!” our captain shouted, giving us our orders.

Just when we thought we had everything under control, I heard a bark from inside the building.

“Got it, Grant?” Phil bellowed over the sound of the hose.

“Got it!” I said, already running into the building. I didn’t think. I just moved.

I made my way through the smoke and debris, following the anxious barks. I finally found the little guy. A terrified golden retriever, curled in a corner, whimpering, its fur singed at the edges. Scooping it up, I sprinted through the suffocating heat, barely making it out before the ceiling collapsed behind me.

“It’s okay, boy,” I said, holding onto him. “You’re safe now.”

The moment my boots hit the pavement, a woman ran straight toward me. Tear-streaked and panicked, she fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around the trembling dog.

And then, before I could even process it, she threw herself at me.

“Thank you!” she gasped. “Thank you for saving my baby!”

And that was Meghan.

“It was my apartment,” she said. “I started the fire. I put fries in the oven and was sitting on the couch waiting for the timer to go off. But I must have fallen asleep. I’m so sorry! Look at the mess I’ve made of everything. And I was so sure I lost this guy…”

Her voice trailed off as she reached down to hug the dog again.

Before I knew what I was doing, I invited her back to the firehouse.