My Infertile Husband's Betrayal

My voice was soft. “What?”Linda gripped my sleeve tightly. “Ms. Yates said your three-million-dollar bonus this quarter has been transferred to her."She’s also ordered that all 32 senior staff on your team be transferred to the Facilities Department to carry out janitorial work.”My fingernails dug deep into my palm, and I pursed my lips.Those 32 senior staff members had been with the company since the very beginning.There was Wayne. Three years ago, he had worked 72 consecutive hours to meet a project deadline and collapsed in the conference room.He was still undergoing chemotherapy, yet he was always the first one to arrive at the office every morning just to get more work done.Another employee, Zach, once waited three days at an airport to close a deal with an overseas client. His sincerity had won them over, and he had ultimately secured the contract.He had just bought a new apartment for himself and his fiancée and hadn’t even taken his honeymoon leave. He worked ov

Unfortunately, I pushed beyond my limits and lost the baby.I was afraid of hurting Harry, so I never told him the truth. I just said it was a stomach problem and bore the grief of losing our child alone.Looking back now, it was my mistake to trust him.Claire proudly rubbed her belly and looked at me.“You saw how Harry listens to me now. As long as you agree to get me some seafood, I’ll approve your resignations immediately.“Following the normal process would take at least a month. You wouldn’t want to spend an entire month carrying out janitorial work, would you?”I accepted her offer. “Fine. I’ll do it.”The core members of my team immediately had tears in their eyes.Wayne grabbed my arm. “Ms. Wesley, don’t do it! They’re clearly trying to humiliate you!”“Exactly!” Zach slammed his fist on the table. “They can try to make things difficult for us, but how can Mr. Forger treat you this way? It’s completely unfair. Don’t back down. At worst, it’s just a month of janitoria

"What?!"Harry suddenly recalled the calls from the HR Department over the past two days, and his face turned pale.“Harry!” Claire poked her head out of the consultation room. “The doctor said the baby misses you!”But Harry didn’t have time to respond as his phone rang again.The CFO’s panicked voice came through.“Mr. Forger! Ten of our core clients just terminated their contracts all at once! They said our projects are garbage, and that the people in charge are a bunch of college dropouts who don’t know what they’re doing and even doodled all over the project reports!“They said they can’t work with us anymore. The estimated penalty is 120 billion!”Harry’s phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a clack.He turned his head mechanically toward Claire, who was still smiling innocently.“What’s wrong, Harry?” she asked softly. “I’m starving. After the checkup, let’s go get some seafood, okay?”“Get out of my face!” Harry yelled. “This is all your fault!”He stor

Harry bent forward and picked up Claire’s phone. The screen still showed 'Call in Progress'.Claire suddenly grabbed a vase and hurled it at him. “Go to hell! If you weren’t rich, I’d never have wasted my time pretending to love you!”Harry tilted his head just in time to dodge. The vase shattered against the wall and broke into shards.He grabbed Claire by the throat and slammed her against the floor-to-ceiling window. The wind howled outside and rattled the glass.“Whose baby is it?” he asked softly in her ear.Claire’s pupils contracted. “O-Of course it's yours!”Harry suddenly laughed and slapped her hard across the face.He then let go as she collapsed to the floor.“Still lying?”Claire spat in his face. “You piece of trash! If you weren’t rich, I wouldn’t have bothered going anywhere near you."You’re a worthless, infertile loser. How could you ever have a kid?“Your ex-wife actually carried your baby, didn’t she? And how did you treat her?”What a joke. He had destr

Harry looked up abruptly. There was surprise and fear in his eyes.“They died from heart attacks.”I traced the faint mark on my ring finger. “And now you say you’re sorry?”There were camera flashes all around.Everyone saw the new CEO of Hansen Group lean down and speak to the kneeling man. The once dominant figure in the business world curled up like a frightened child.“That's impossible,” Harry muttered while shaking his head profusely. “How could I do something like that?!”I ignored him and turned toward the cheering crowd. I could hear his desperate screams from behind me. "Anna! Please look at me!"I didn’t stop.The champagne tower at Hansen Group’s gala lit up Malroy City's skyline. Just then, an assistant rushed over. “Mr. Forger has cut his wrist in the parking lot!”The stem of the wine glass cracked in my hand, and blood dripped down my fingers. It felt eerily warm and reminded me of the moment my parents had fallen from the drop tower ride in my previous lifeti