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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
Despite being secretly disgruntled, I kept up the act, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Mom, what do we do now? You shoved me and caused me to miscarry the last time. Are we really going to watch the Ross bloodline end here?”
When Maria mentioned the miscarriage, she immediately shut up; after all, her violence had directly caused my miscarriage and infertility. She stopped snapping at me, feeling bad.
I grabbed Wesley’s hand, “Darling, I can’t keep your family back. I don’t want to be the cause of your family’s misfortune! Maybe… Perhaps we should just get divorced!”
“D-Divorce?” Wesley stammered, completely taken aback by my sudden suggestion, and turned to look at his parents, confused.
Wesley’s father, sensing the tension, quickly intervened to calm things down. “Divorce? No, no, it would be so embarrassing for you if others knew about it.”
He took a serviette from the box and handed it to me. “What about this? Why don’t you two keep trying for a few more years? If that doesn’t work, I’ll help you adopt a child from a good family. What are your thoughts?”
Killing me must have been too risky, and when I mentioned their bloodline, Gilbert offered a sneaky solution.
His words made me snicker in silence; that “good family” was undoubtedly Charlotte, and the “adopted child” was most likely their illegitimate child.
I wiped my tears, pretending to consider his suggestion, and then said, “Dad, I know your intentions are good, but adopting a child is not without risks.
“If the child grows up and finds out they are adopted, they might want to find their birth parents. What would we do then? Stop them? But if we let them go, doesn’t that mean we would’ve raised someone else’s child for nothing for over a decade?”
Gilbert was unable to refute me because I spoke with such determination. Everyone fell into an awkward silence.
Maria’s eyes glowed with inspiration at this point. She exclaimed, “How about getting a surrogate?”
Even though I had anticipated this, hearing it directly from her mouth made me disgusted by Ross’s shamelessness.
I feigned shock and widened my eyes. Before I could say anything, Wesley lost his cool.
“Mom! What are you saying?” he grumbled, his tone tinged with reproach. He looked at me, as if worried I’d be offended.
However, he failed to deceive me with his poor acting; I caught a fleeting glimpse of excitement in his eyes.
Wesley wrapped his arms around me, his expression showing tenderness. “Clara is the only woman for me!”
Maria glared at him and demanded, “Let her speak!”
Wesley immediately became silent.
All three of them looked at me, waiting for my response.
I was eager to nod in agreement, but I made a show of hesitating. Eventually, after much persuasion and coaxing from Wesley’s parents, I “reluctantly” agreed to the surrogate arrangement.
They were visibly pleased when I gave in, and they grinned smugly as if they had successfully duped me.
Wesley comforted me tenderly, and the mood at the table changed to one of harmony and joy.
The three of them thought they were setting a trap for me, but little did they realise they had already walked right into mine.
When Maria mentioned the miscarriage, she immediately shut up; after all, her violence had directly caused my miscarriage and infertility. She stopped snapping at me, feeling bad.
I grabbed Wesley’s hand, “Darling, I can’t keep your family back. I don’t want to be the cause of your family’s misfortune! Maybe… Perhaps we should just get divorced!”
“D-Divorce?” Wesley stammered, completely taken aback by my sudden suggestion, and turned to look at his parents, confused.
Wesley’s father, sensing the tension, quickly intervened to calm things down. “Divorce? No, no, it would be so embarrassing for you if others knew about it.”
He took a serviette from the box and handed it to me. “What about this? Why don’t you two keep trying for a few more years? If that doesn’t work, I’ll help you adopt a child from a good family. What are your thoughts?”
Killing me must have been too risky, and when I mentioned their bloodline, Gilbert offered a sneaky solution.
His words made me snicker in silence; that “good family” was undoubtedly Charlotte, and the “adopted child” was most likely their illegitimate child.
I wiped my tears, pretending to consider his suggestion, and then said, “Dad, I know your intentions are good, but adopting a child is not without risks.
“If the child grows up and finds out they are adopted, they might want to find their birth parents. What would we do then? Stop them? But if we let them go, doesn’t that mean we would’ve raised someone else’s child for nothing for over a decade?”
Gilbert was unable to refute me because I spoke with such determination. Everyone fell into an awkward silence.
Maria’s eyes glowed with inspiration at this point. She exclaimed, “How about getting a surrogate?”
Even though I had anticipated this, hearing it directly from her mouth made me disgusted by Ross’s shamelessness.
I feigned shock and widened my eyes. Before I could say anything, Wesley lost his cool.
“Mom! What are you saying?” he grumbled, his tone tinged with reproach. He looked at me, as if worried I’d be offended.
However, he failed to deceive me with his poor acting; I caught a fleeting glimpse of excitement in his eyes.
Wesley wrapped his arms around me, his expression showing tenderness. “Clara is the only woman for me!”
Maria glared at him and demanded, “Let her speak!”
Wesley immediately became silent.
All three of them looked at me, waiting for my response.
I was eager to nod in agreement, but I made a show of hesitating. Eventually, after much persuasion and coaxing from Wesley’s parents, I “reluctantly” agreed to the surrogate arrangement.
They were visibly pleased when I gave in, and they grinned smugly as if they had successfully duped me.
Wesley comforted me tenderly, and the mood at the table changed to one of harmony and joy.
The three of them thought they were setting a trap for me, but little did they realise they had already walked right into mine.