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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
When they saw their son arrested, his parents, who both had high blood pressure and heart problems, had heart attacks and were rushed to the intensive care unit.
Just as the company was about to fail, I stepped in to help the employees and welcomed them to my new company, which I had registered in my father’s name, so I wasn’t legally associated with it.
By the time Wesley recovered from his shock, he had realised that everything was part of my plan, but it was too late; his parents were critically ill, the company had gone bankrupt, and his employees had abandoned him, leaving him with massive debts and a bigamy lawsuit.
Every single setback was enough to break him down.
As expected, Wesley was sentenced to 21 years in prison for the multiple charges brought against him, and by the time he got out, he’d still be paying off his debts. The image of Wesley working hard to pay off his debt at the age of 50 made me smile.
Charlotte wasn’t doing much better, either; I heard from her again a year later, and she had been spared a sentence because she was pregnant at the time.
When Charlotte’s child was born, everyone was surprised to learn that Wesley was not the father; only then did I explain to her the root cause of my infertility.
It wasn’t just my fault; Wesley’s poor s***m quality meant that any fertilised embryo would be rejected by the mother’s womb, resulting in a miscarriage even if I didn’t terminate them.
I also reclaimed everything Charlotte had received from Wesley, including the car, the house, and her bags, which Wesley had purchased with his money during our marriage.
Charlotte, on the other hand, appeared to have become exactly what Wesley had always perceived her to be: a woman drifting between bars. What was even more shocking was that she had sent her baby to an orphanage.
When I paid my ex-in-laws’ medical bills to save their lives, they cursed at me instead of thanking me. In the end, I had to tell them the whole truth to keep them from condemning me.
Maria and Gilbert ended up in a nursing home, where they were constantly bullied by the carers, because they had no one to care for them while their son was in prison.
As for me, I took on a leadership role in the new company, guiding my former employees and watching the company grow. When I had free time, I would travel the world with my two adopted children.
What a great life!
Just as the company was about to fail, I stepped in to help the employees and welcomed them to my new company, which I had registered in my father’s name, so I wasn’t legally associated with it.
By the time Wesley recovered from his shock, he had realised that everything was part of my plan, but it was too late; his parents were critically ill, the company had gone bankrupt, and his employees had abandoned him, leaving him with massive debts and a bigamy lawsuit.
Every single setback was enough to break him down.
As expected, Wesley was sentenced to 21 years in prison for the multiple charges brought against him, and by the time he got out, he’d still be paying off his debts. The image of Wesley working hard to pay off his debt at the age of 50 made me smile.
Charlotte wasn’t doing much better, either; I heard from her again a year later, and she had been spared a sentence because she was pregnant at the time.
When Charlotte’s child was born, everyone was surprised to learn that Wesley was not the father; only then did I explain to her the root cause of my infertility.
It wasn’t just my fault; Wesley’s poor s***m quality meant that any fertilised embryo would be rejected by the mother’s womb, resulting in a miscarriage even if I didn’t terminate them.
I also reclaimed everything Charlotte had received from Wesley, including the car, the house, and her bags, which Wesley had purchased with his money during our marriage.
Charlotte, on the other hand, appeared to have become exactly what Wesley had always perceived her to be: a woman drifting between bars. What was even more shocking was that she had sent her baby to an orphanage.
When I paid my ex-in-laws’ medical bills to save their lives, they cursed at me instead of thanking me. In the end, I had to tell them the whole truth to keep them from condemning me.
Maria and Gilbert ended up in a nursing home, where they were constantly bullied by the carers, because they had no one to care for them while their son was in prison.
As for me, I took on a leadership role in the new company, guiding my former employees and watching the company grow. When I had free time, I would travel the world with my two adopted children.
What a great life!