Vengeance in Vintage Silk

At my father’s dreary 1978 funeral, I made two vows: I would watch the Hrubis family burn for stealing our estate, and I would never lift a single finger to do it. Let others sweat; I was born to be a beautiful trophy wife. I immediately proposed to my childhood rival, Jaro Kolar, expecting a marriage of cold convenience. Instead, this infuriatingly capable man began cooking my gourmet meals, ironing my vintage silks, and scrubbing the floors just so I wouldn't have to 'ruin my hands.' Meanwhile, Milena Hrubis - armed with strange 'future knowledge' - is frantically trying to invent touch-screens in an era of rotary phones. She begged for our investment in a revolutionary overseas tech syndicate. My response? I used the funds to buy a diamond necklace and a velvet cushion for my fat mountain cat, Zivko. My sheer laziness saved us from what turned out to be a massive international Ponzi scheme. But as Milena's modern ambition unwittingly drags her family into ruin, Jaro and I realize her tech scam and my father’s downfall are the exact same conspiracy. Will my pristine nails remain unchipped when the real mastermind comes for us?