Chapter Two

Mitchelle

“Jason, you sick bastard!” I screamed, expecting them to jump apart or at least cover themselves in shame, but they did neither. Jason kept his hands firmly on my sister’s hips, leaning in to kiss her neck while looking directly at me with a smirk that indicated he had been waiting for this moment.

I did not scream or cry. The rage that filled me was too solid for tears. I scanned the room for a weapon, and my eyes landed on a crystal vase sitting on the side table. I grabbed it without thinking and hurled it toward them with the intent to draw blood.

The vase sailed through the air and smashed against the wall inches from Jason’s head, showering them both in glass shards.

Instead of flinching or apologizing, they looked at each other and burst out laughing, as if I had just told a joke at a dinner party.

"She’s got an arm on her, doesn’t she?" Jason chuckled while brushing a piece of crystal off his shoulder.

"I told you she would react dramatically," Chloe giggled, hopping off the desk and smoothing her skirt. "Chelley always did have a flair for the theatrical."

"Dramatic?" I yelled while stepping over the broken glass. "I just walked in on my husband sleeping with my sister, and you think this is a performance?"

"Save your breath, Mitchelle," Jason stated while calmly walking to his filing cabinet. "Thank god you found out at the right time. You’ve saved me the trouble of pretending for another week."

He pulled a thick file from the drawer and tossed it onto the desk in front of me alongside an envelope.

"What is this?" I asked while looking down at the documents spread across the table.

"The first is a divorce petition citing irreconcilable differences," Jason explained coldly. "The second is a copy of the document you signed six months ago, transferring ownership of your harvested eggs to Chloe."

I picked up the second document as if it were contaminated, reading the bold header that confirmed it was an Affidavit of Genetic Transfer.

"I never signed this," I argued. "I signed health insurance forms."

"You really should read the fine print, darling, because that's the first rule of business," Jason smirked. "You legally donated your eggs to Chloe on that rainy Tuesday."

I looked at Chloe, who was standing there with a smug smile on her face.

"Your services as a wife are no longer needed, Chelley," Chloe announced. "But your biological contribution was essential."

"My contribution?" I asked, dropping the paper. "What are you talking about?"

"My eggs are poor quality," Chloe revealed casually. "We found out the day before the wedding three years ago when we went for the pre-marital check-up. The doctor told Jason I could never give him an heir."

The realization hit me harder than the sight of them together.

"So you left him at the altar?" I asked.

"We staged it," she laughed. "We needed a viable donor with the same genetic makeup so the child would still look like me. Who better than my perfect fertile sister? We knew you wouldn’t just hand over your eggs if we asked, so we had to trap you in a marriage where you felt obligated to produce an heir."

"You made me think I was the one who was failing," I shouted. "For three years, you injected me with hormones and dragged me to clinics for IVF rounds, making me feel broken when you were just harvesting me?"

"We needed to stimulate your production to get the highest quality yield," Jason explained clinically. "And thanks to your diligence at those appointments, we now have twelve perfect embryos on ice waiting for Chloe."

"So the three years we spent together was just a game to you?" I asked Jason. "The vows and the nights we spent together were fake?"

He laughed, the cold sound echoed in the large office. I dropped my bag and fell to my knees. My body temperature heated up as I realized that the day Jason hurriedly asked me to sign medical insurance documents without reading was actually me signing away my eggs.

"Just sign, Mitchelle. We don't have time." I had been too exhausted from the latest hormone shots to argue.

"Of course it was a game, Mitchelle," he replied. "But don’t undervalue yourself because we also needed your brains."

He bent down and picked up the contract I had written to save Chloe’s career.

"You built this company's reputation while Chloe was finding herself," Jason admitted, tapping the envelope against his hand. "You made us millions, but now that the merger is secure and the eggs are ready for implantation, you are just redundant overhead."

I looked at the two people I had loved and trusted most in the world and realized they had stripped me of everything, including my body and my mind.

"That's a big lie!" I shrieked, launching myself at Chloe.

I tackled her to the ground and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, slamming her head against the floorboards. Chloe screamed and clawed at my face, but I didn't stop. I wanted to hurt her as much as she had hurt me.

"Get off her!" Jason roared, grabbing me by the waist.

He hauled me off her and threw me backward so hard that I crashed into the leather chairs.

"Security!" he yelled, pressing the intercom button on his desk. "Get up here now!"

I scrambled to my feet while Jason helped a sobbing Chloe up from the floor.

"You can't do this!" I yelled at them. "I will expose you and tell the press everything!"

"And you think they'll believe?" Jason countered calmly as two large security guards burst into the room. "You are the hysterical barren wife who just attacked her own sister in a jealous rage, so we control the narrative, Mitchelle."

The security men came in too fast, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back.

"Throw her out," Jason ordered, turning his back on me. "And make sure she doesn't come back."

He looked over his shoulder one last time.

"You have seven days to sign the final release forms for the divorce, Mitchelle," he warned. "If you don't, I will make sure your world crumbles before it even starts and leave you destitute. Sign the papers or lose everything."

The guards dragged me backward out of the office while my husband and sister stood together in the wreckage of my life, already moving on to their next victory.

“I'll make you pay. I'll make you both pay!” I screamed at the top of my voice as the security dragged me out.