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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
Apparently, my in-laws were aware of Charlotte’s affairs with Wesley and her pregnancy.
Wesley was saying to me, “I can’t just get a divorce. If she refuses to sign the papers, I will have to go to court for a few years. She founded the company, and I have no stock ownership at all. I need to plan carefully if I want a divorce.”
Maria sighed and added, “That woman is such a nuisance. She’s like a leech; you can’t shake her off!”
Wesley spoke up after a brief pause, “If she’s dead, her stocks will belong to me.”
“Is that true?” Maria asked, gleefully.
I trembled violently as I heard the suggestion. Was my husband planning on killing me? I stood there, frozen.
A chill swept through my entire body, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. I never imagined that the man I shared a bed with, the husband I trusted, would plan to murder me.
And all because I was unable to bear children. Had he seriously considered getting rid of me simply because he couldn’t find a legitimate reason to force me to walk away empty-handed from our divorce?
But wasn’t Wesley the one who always said he didn’t want children? Why now? Why did he suddenly want to divorce me over his child with Charlotte?
The recording continued to play. Wesley’s tone was calm and calculated. “If she died without a will, I would inherit two-thirds of her assets, while her parents would receive one-third.”
He paused before saying, “The majority of our assets are mixed with each other’s. If we had to divide them, I’m confident I could get two-thirds of her wealth.”
The realisation hit me like a train: Wesley had already planned the divorce and had been preparing for this day for a long time.
My heart felt as if it had broken into pieces; I was devastated, and for a fleeting moment, I considered storming out of the bathroom and attacking these despicable people with a knife.
I had always respected Wesley’s parents, even more than my own, and had gone above and beyond to care for them. But now I realised they had no regard for my life, no gratitude, no empathy–they wanted me dead.
Perhaps it was time to reconsider my plans; how could I leave these two scheming old monsters out of what was to come?
I left the bathroom 10 minutes later and ate dinner with the Rosses without revealing anything.
After I finished the dishes, I handed over my checkup report to my in-laws and stammered, “Dad, Mom, I have something to discuss with you.” I know you want a grandchild, but I miscarried too many times before this. The doctor said I’d have trouble getting pregnant again…”
Wesley and his parents frowned at me as they waited for me to continue, and I kept up the act, innocently saying, “But the family lineage cannot stop here.” I’ve got an idea. Because modern technology has advanced, Wesley and I could travel abroad to receive IVF treatments. Dad, Mom, what are your thoughts?”
Maria took a while to understand my suggestion, and she was the first to slam her fist on the table, “I object!” How can you compare these treatments to naturally conceived babies?”
Then she glared at me, “Wesley married you to pass down our family bloodline.” What is the point of your marriage if you refuse to have children?”
I scoffed silently; what a pathetic excuse! I knew they would be hesitant to spend any money on me now that Charlotte was expecting Wesley’s child.
Wesley was saying to me, “I can’t just get a divorce. If she refuses to sign the papers, I will have to go to court for a few years. She founded the company, and I have no stock ownership at all. I need to plan carefully if I want a divorce.”
Maria sighed and added, “That woman is such a nuisance. She’s like a leech; you can’t shake her off!”
Wesley spoke up after a brief pause, “If she’s dead, her stocks will belong to me.”
“Is that true?” Maria asked, gleefully.
I trembled violently as I heard the suggestion. Was my husband planning on killing me? I stood there, frozen.
A chill swept through my entire body, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. I never imagined that the man I shared a bed with, the husband I trusted, would plan to murder me.
And all because I was unable to bear children. Had he seriously considered getting rid of me simply because he couldn’t find a legitimate reason to force me to walk away empty-handed from our divorce?
But wasn’t Wesley the one who always said he didn’t want children? Why now? Why did he suddenly want to divorce me over his child with Charlotte?
The recording continued to play. Wesley’s tone was calm and calculated. “If she died without a will, I would inherit two-thirds of her assets, while her parents would receive one-third.”
He paused before saying, “The majority of our assets are mixed with each other’s. If we had to divide them, I’m confident I could get two-thirds of her wealth.”
The realisation hit me like a train: Wesley had already planned the divorce and had been preparing for this day for a long time.
My heart felt as if it had broken into pieces; I was devastated, and for a fleeting moment, I considered storming out of the bathroom and attacking these despicable people with a knife.
I had always respected Wesley’s parents, even more than my own, and had gone above and beyond to care for them. But now I realised they had no regard for my life, no gratitude, no empathy–they wanted me dead.
Perhaps it was time to reconsider my plans; how could I leave these two scheming old monsters out of what was to come?
I left the bathroom 10 minutes later and ate dinner with the Rosses without revealing anything.
After I finished the dishes, I handed over my checkup report to my in-laws and stammered, “Dad, Mom, I have something to discuss with you.” I know you want a grandchild, but I miscarried too many times before this. The doctor said I’d have trouble getting pregnant again…”
Wesley and his parents frowned at me as they waited for me to continue, and I kept up the act, innocently saying, “But the family lineage cannot stop here.” I’ve got an idea. Because modern technology has advanced, Wesley and I could travel abroad to receive IVF treatments. Dad, Mom, what are your thoughts?”
Maria took a while to understand my suggestion, and she was the first to slam her fist on the table, “I object!” How can you compare these treatments to naturally conceived babies?”
Then she glared at me, “Wesley married you to pass down our family bloodline.” What is the point of your marriage if you refuse to have children?”
I scoffed silently; what a pathetic excuse! I knew they would be hesitant to spend any money on me now that Charlotte was expecting Wesley’s child.