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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
“I felt sorry for her after seeing her cry her eyes out, so I decided to keep her,” Wesley said, looking at me with sincerity. “And it only happened once. I swear, darling, you must believe me. If you are still upset, how about I fire Charlotte tomorrow? Okay?”
I widened my eyes in disbelief, looking at him with a mixture of shock and anguish, as if the world was ending.
I collapsed onto the couch and looked at him with disappointment, as if I couldn’t believe he could stoop so low. Are you firing Charlotte?”
Wesley nodded quickly: “Yes! I’ll do anything you want to cheer you up.
I looked at him blankly and thought, “Oh, Wesley… how true to form you are”.
Wesley was an incredibly intelligent man. He knew now was the best time to tell Charlotte about his relationship.
In doing so, he portrayed himself as a man eager to turn over a new leaf, leaving the decision to me, transforming me into the bad guy.
The kicker? Charlotte was already pregnant.
After using me to remove Charlotte, he would be free to cheat on me with other women while giving me the impression that he adored me—a triple win for him.
But he had made the incorrect moves. If he thought I’d accept responsibility for his actions and pave the way for his future exploits, he was very mistaken.
Wesley stared at me intently, as if waiting for my decision.
I averted my gaze and muttered, “Just get up for now and get out of my sight. I need to think about this.” Wesley quickly rose to his feet. He even attempted to grab my hand and explain further, but a stern look from me caused him to freeze. He felt intimidated. He was concerned about the fact that I held the majority of his wealth. Worse, I could reveal the skeletons in his closet.
That was why he had to demonstrate obedience and repentance. Even if his affair with Charlotte was genuine, he had to explain it as a drunken mistake or shift the majority of the blame to her.
Watching him retreat into the study, I couldn’t help but wonder how I had fallen for such a jerk in the first place.
Now that Wesley had admitted his relationship with Charlotte, I couldn’t continue to play dumb.
Wesley stood outside my bedroom door at night, staring at me. I sat on the bed, lost in thought.
He softly called my name: “Clara, are you… okay?”
I looked up slowly. Then I muttered weakly, “I’m fine.”
When I saw him hesitate, I forced a bitter smile.
“Wesley, I’ve thought it over. Instead of looking for someone else, why don’t we pick Charlotte to be the surrogate? We need to have a conscience and stop dragging innocent people into this mess. Think of it as building good karma for the sake of our child.”
I delivered that remark in a powerless and desolate tone, exposing my humiliation and heartbreak.
Wesley’s face contorted with shock. Then he smiled and nodded, “Okay, darling, whatever you say.” I closed my eyes and grunted. I ignored him and lay in the bed.
A minute later, I felt a sinking weight on the opposite side of the bed. He then gently rested his hand on my waist. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck.
I widened my eyes in disbelief, looking at him with a mixture of shock and anguish, as if the world was ending.
I collapsed onto the couch and looked at him with disappointment, as if I couldn’t believe he could stoop so low. Are you firing Charlotte?”
Wesley nodded quickly: “Yes! I’ll do anything you want to cheer you up.
I looked at him blankly and thought, “Oh, Wesley… how true to form you are”.
Wesley was an incredibly intelligent man. He knew now was the best time to tell Charlotte about his relationship.
In doing so, he portrayed himself as a man eager to turn over a new leaf, leaving the decision to me, transforming me into the bad guy.
The kicker? Charlotte was already pregnant.
After using me to remove Charlotte, he would be free to cheat on me with other women while giving me the impression that he adored me—a triple win for him.
But he had made the incorrect moves. If he thought I’d accept responsibility for his actions and pave the way for his future exploits, he was very mistaken.
Wesley stared at me intently, as if waiting for my decision.
I averted my gaze and muttered, “Just get up for now and get out of my sight. I need to think about this.” Wesley quickly rose to his feet. He even attempted to grab my hand and explain further, but a stern look from me caused him to freeze. He felt intimidated. He was concerned about the fact that I held the majority of his wealth. Worse, I could reveal the skeletons in his closet.
That was why he had to demonstrate obedience and repentance. Even if his affair with Charlotte was genuine, he had to explain it as a drunken mistake or shift the majority of the blame to her.
Watching him retreat into the study, I couldn’t help but wonder how I had fallen for such a jerk in the first place.
Now that Wesley had admitted his relationship with Charlotte, I couldn’t continue to play dumb.
Wesley stood outside my bedroom door at night, staring at me. I sat on the bed, lost in thought.
He softly called my name: “Clara, are you… okay?”
I looked up slowly. Then I muttered weakly, “I’m fine.”
When I saw him hesitate, I forced a bitter smile.
“Wesley, I’ve thought it over. Instead of looking for someone else, why don’t we pick Charlotte to be the surrogate? We need to have a conscience and stop dragging innocent people into this mess. Think of it as building good karma for the sake of our child.”
I delivered that remark in a powerless and desolate tone, exposing my humiliation and heartbreak.
Wesley’s face contorted with shock. Then he smiled and nodded, “Okay, darling, whatever you say.” I closed my eyes and grunted. I ignored him and lay in the bed.
A minute later, I felt a sinking weight on the opposite side of the bed. He then gently rested his hand on my waist. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck.