"Mother, Do you know why Desmond is hesitating to divorce Anabel? I thought he would divorce her without a second thought. She's barren and unproductive." Daniella said in disgust.
"Yes, but I think Desmond believed she was blessed with good luck. Ever since he married her, things have been going well. He has achieved so many things easier and without stress."
"I thought he picked her from the slum. How could he believe it was because of her? What if it's a coincidence?"
"I've tried to convince him, but he's been stubborn. He loved her, and I hate it. I don't know if she charmed my son."
"Desmond, I can't stay with that woman. I will forgive you for cheating on me, but I won't tolerate you bringing her in this house." Anabel spoke up when Desmond walked on.
"The last time I checked, this is my house. I'm the man of the house, and I say what happens. Daniella is staying, whether you like it or not. She's carrying my child."
"Then what happens to our marriage? I can't share my man with any woman. You are mine and mine alone."
"I'm yours alone when you can't give me a child?"
"But I'm pregnant."
"Cut the crab. You are lying. I know you are scared of losing me. You are nothing without me. I know how desperate you are, but you don't need to lie. You are barren, and Daniella just proved it."
"If you insist on bringing her here. Then I will leave!" Anabel declared.
"Is that a threat?" Desmond asked.
"You can call it anything. If you don't send her away, I will leave."
"You are ranting, and that's normal. This is one thing you cannot do. Deep down, you know you cannot do it. I'm your life; I'm everything to you. Without me, you are nothing. Better keep calm, or I will kick you out myself." He said and left the room.
A few minutes later. Daniella sauntered into the bedroom.
"Anabel, Why don't you just give up and leave? You can see that you are not wanted in this house anymore. Why are you forcing yourself where you don't belong?"
"I should be the one asking you that question. I'm Desmond's wife. What are you? A desperate lady who is trying to snatch a man from another woman. Are you not ashamed of yourself?"
"I'm not snatching him from you. I'm only trying to rescue him from your trap. You are useless and barren. I'm here to give him what he had been wanting. You can see I'm about to give him what you couldn't give him for two years. Besides, I hope you enjoyed the sound you heard when I picked up the call. You heard when he confessed that you are disgusting." At this moment, Anabel's anger was boiling, but Daniella continued.
"He also said he loved me more than you. He was saying all these while fucking me hard and deep. You need to see the way he was fucking me. And guess what? He came inside of me while calling you a bitch."
"Stop it, Daniella! Stop it! You are the bitch here! Sleeping with someone else's husband."
"Oh! She's getting angry! Why don't you leave? If I were you, I would leave. I can never be with a cheating man."
"I think I'm done talking with you. Will you get out of this room before I lose it?"
"This is my room now. You are the one to leave. I wonder what your stuffs are still doing here."
"You must be dreaming. You are not sleeping in this house tonight."
"Let's see who is leaving then." Daniella said and slapped Anabel hard across the face, then fell down and began to yell in pain. "My baby! Please don't hurt my baby!"
Desmond, her mom, and her sister heard Daniella's cry from outside and rushed to know what happened.
"What is wrong!" Desmond rushed to help her up. "What happened to you?"
"She slapped and kicked me on my tummy because I told her I would bring my stuff inside the room. I think she's jealous."
"You are so wicked. Why will you kick a pregnant lady?" Bella yelled at Anabel.
"She's lying. I didn't touch her." Anabel tried to defend herself. "She is the one who slapped me. She slapped me and fell on the floor."
"You are still denying it, Anabel? You said I will not stay in this house and slapped me, then kicked me on my tummy. I wish we had a CCTV camera in this room."
"Because you couldn't have a child, you want to kick her own out? How can you be so vicious?" Desmond's mother asked and turned to Desmond. "Will you still leave her? This is a valid reason to send her away. If you let her stay any longer, she's going to kill your baby."
"Anabel, how could you? You are never like this. Why will you hit a pregnant woman?"
"Don't you believe me? I didn't do it. She's just acting. She made it up, can't you see?" Anabel tried to convince him, but Desmond could not digest it. Daniella was still holding her tummy.
"Daniella can't make this up. I will divorce you."
"You will? Divorce her now! I kept the divorce letter here. Sign it and give it to her so she will sign." Mrs. Elizabeth handed the divorce letter over to Desmond.
"You won't do it, right? You are not signing it." Anabel asked, but Desmond went on and signed.
"I'm done with you; take it and sign." He stretched his hand to her. "Take it! Sign it!"
Anabel hesitated, and Desmond's mom yelled at her, "What are you waiting for? Take it and sign it."
She took it and looked up at Desmond. "You really want to divorce me? Because of this woman? After the love and care I've shown to you? After all I've done for you? I helped you secretly to get many contracts. Your company was having a hard time when I came into your life. You are on top today because of me."
"Will you shut up! You want to take credit for my son's company's success? My son is hardworking, and that is what paid off."
Bella snorted, "Look at who is helping. Country's bumpkin. How were you of help when you were poor?"
"Anabel, just sign the paper and leave. I don't want to listen to you anymore. I don't need you anymore." Desmond declared.
"It's alright. I will sign it. But I assure you that you will regret this day. All of you." She said and signed the paper, then flung the paper at him. Desmond was surprised. He was expecting her to cry and beg him. She wasn't even feeling sad.
"Yes! You have done what I wanted. Now you can take your bag and leave." Mrs. Elizabeth said. "I forgot to tell you that you are not leaving with any dim. All the money in the card will be frozen."
"I don't even need your money. It can't solve half of my bills. You can have all of it," she said and dialed a number she had not called for a long time. "Come and pick me. I'm done with him."
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"I don’t think so. Maybe she’s still occupied with taking care of her father." He replied and Vanessa rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his reasoning. "Taking care of her father won’t stop her from sending the money. She’s delaying, Sylvester. That’s all this is. She doesn't want to send it. Can't you see it?" "No, I don't think she is delaying intentionally. There must be something holding her that we don't know." "I don't believe that. Maybe she found out about our plan. Think about it." "Nobody knows about our plan, not even her Ex-Husband. So there is no way she will know." Sylvester assured her. "Why don't you call her?" Vanessa asked. "I should call her?" Sylvester repeated, seeing it was quite a bad idea. "Yes," Vanessa replied without hesitation. "Call her and ask her why she’s failing to fulfill her promise. Tell her that if she doesn’t send the money soon, you are going to lose your business to the man you borrowed from." "It's a nice suggestion, but
Desmond pulled into the driveway of his family home, still buzzing from the evening’s events at the Orton mansion. He stepped out, adjusted his suit, and walked up the steps to the front door. When he opened the door, he found his mother and sister sprawled comfortably in the living room. The television was casting gentle flickers of light across their faces. "Welcome home, Desmond," his mother welcomed him warmly, pausing the remote before turning to him. His sister smiled broadly, clearly excited. She couldn't wait to hear from Desmond. She was expecting a good news. "How did it go?" his mother asked in curiosity. "I hope it went well." Desmond dropped his key and smiled at her. "It went better than I expected," he said and settled onto the sofa next to his sister. "Sir Orton forgave me." "That's great! I'm happy to hear that." The mom said in excitement. "Not only that. He welcomed me back into Orton’s Group. He even promised my company a five hundred million dollar co
"Who is Sylvester?" The dad asked. "The man who came around when you were in the hospital." Jethro answered, and Sir Orton’s expression hardened slightly. "I’m going to talk to her." With that, he walked toward Anabel’s room. He got to her door and knocked lightly before pushing the door open. She was sitting on her bed, flipping through her phone. When she looked up, she immediately knew why her dad was there. "Anabel, are you seeing another man?" He bluntly asked without wasting any time. Anabel raised a brow and dropped her phone aside. "Why are you asking me that?" "Your behavior shows that you’ve seen another man that you plan to marry." He replied, and she scoffed lightly and shook her head. "Stop assuming too much, Dad. This has nothing to do with that. I just don’t want Desmond anymore. I despise him already." Sir Orton exhaled and stepped closer to her. "I knew how much you hated him, but I think he has changed. You can give him a second chance." "I've moved o
Anabel raised her head and looked at him to know what he would say and their eyes met. Desmond didn't look away. He kept looking at her while Anabel held on with an unreadable facial expression. It was as if the time was paused. Anabel was waiting for Desmond to say something but he just kept looking at her. The eye's battle lasted for some seconds before Anabel held back and went back to the food she was eating. Desmond smiled lightly and shook his head before looking back at Sir Orton. "I don't think I have any other thing to request for. I’m well satisfied with what you have already done for me. What else should I ask for? I’m grateful for your forgiveness, and for welcoming me back to work with your company." Lady Orton, who had been keeping quiet, glanced at Desmond knowingly before speaking. "Are you sure you don't want any other thing?" she asked. "You don’t need any other favour from Sir Orton." Lady Orton asked, expecting him to say it out. She knew he wants Anabel bac
Sir Orton closed his eyes and prayed as usual before signaling for everyone to begin eating. Desmond took his first bite, savoring the sweet tastes, but something else caught his attention. There were no maids. No servants. Despite all the wealth, the Ortons handled everything themselves. Like his family, they don't have any helpers. As they were eating, Sir Orton finally spoke up. "Desmond," he began, and Desmond raised his head, "I invited you here this evening because I wanted to personally thank you for saving my life. This dinner is more than just a meal—it is a celebration. A celebration of life." He said, and Desmond nodded slightly and set down his glass. "I’m happy that I was able to help, sir," he said sincerely. "I saw it as my responsibility." "Responsibility?" he repeated. "Yeah, it's my responsibility. My father was a great acupuncturist. He passed his knowledge down to me. Over the years, I’ve helped people in comas and similar cases requiring acupuncture. So w