Chapter 4

"Jenna's not a real woman. She can't even have kids. Giving her money is just throwing it away!"

Claire regretted it the moment the words left her mouth.

Scott turned around and glanced at her. "Who gave you the right to talk about my wife like that?"

Claire was at a loss for words. "But you were the one who said that at the bar the other night…"

She didn't finish her sentence. The look in his eyes made her swallow the rest of her words.

When Scott looked at me, my lips were trembling. "Honey, is that what you really think of me?"

"Of course not. You're my wife. How could I ever say something like that about you?"

"Does this mean you'll refuse to give me the 5% too when Claire gives birth?"

"I said I'd give it to you. No one can stop me."

Seeing that I was still unconvinced, Scott called someone to come over and notarize the agreement.

Since I'd already given them instructions ahead of time, the moment he hung up, the notary staff arrived. The agreement was drafted and printed in less than ten minutes.

5% went to me, while Scott still held the remaining 95%, which would eventually go to Claire's child.

I held the pen but didn't sign. "Then, honey, what if I can still have a child someday? Wouldn't that mean I wouldn't get…"

Claire furrowed her brows. "With your condition, how could you ever have a child?"

I looked up and pulled my medical report from the drawer. "I just have trouble conceiving. That doesn't mean it's out of the question."

Scott perked up after reading it. If I could give him a child, it would ease some of his guilt over cheating on me.

I took my pen and crossed out the last sentence, replacing it with, "5% goes to Jenna Moore, and the remaining 95% will be split among the next generation of the Gibson family."

Scott merely glanced at it, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Jenna, I promise you, if you can give me a child, I'll give you both the best this world has to offer."

He'd said the same thing many times before we got married.

At that time, the Gibson family was already on the brink of bankruptcy. My parents didn't want me to marry him and insisted that I marry into another wealthy family.

Late one night, Scott climbed through my window and knelt on the floor. "Jenna, if you marry me, I'll never betray you for the rest of my life. Even if I become completely broke and only have five dollars left, I'll spend every last cent of it on you."

He told me I deserved the best the world had to offer. But in the end, our promise to stay child-free meant nothing to him, and he'd forgotten every vow he'd made to me.

While he was still caught up in his emotions, the staff printed out a new copy of the agreement and placed it in front of him. Claire stood beside him, reading through it again and again.

When she was done, she glanced at my stomach a few times, as if trying to figure out whether I could still have children. But even if I did have a child, hers would still be the oldest. And when it came to carrying on the family name, there was still a pecking order.

With no one objecting anymore, Scott signed all the documents with a serious look on his face. Then, I signed them too, and we recorded the whole process as proof.

Once the notarization was complete, the staff left.

Claire couldn't stop smiling as she held the notarized agreement.

Scott slipped an arm around her waist and said to me, "Jenna, the other villa has been cleaned up. I'll stay there with Claire. Don't worry. The notarization took effect immediately. I'll tell the finance department to transfer money to you every month.

"This house is yours to stay in. I'll come check on you often."

He smiled easily. After going back and forth between Claire and me for so long, he thought he'd finally settled this little rivalry between us.

My smile grew even wider. "Not so fast. Don't you want to meet your long-lost brother?"

Scott paused for a moment, then laughed. "What brother? You've been married to me for years. Have you ever seen me with any other siblings? Don't be crazy."

I took out my phone and saw the message Nate just sent me.

"We're here."

The next second, the deafening doorbell rang through the villa, followed by a deep, carefree voice shouting from outside.

"Scott, it's me, your brother. I'm back! Open the door!"