Lahat ng Kabanata ng Impotent Husband Wants A Baby: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Juliette sighed into her chest, looking up at the grand Garrett mansion and feeling smaller and smaller than she needed to be.She didn’t know why, but even though she had seen this place once before, it still felt like foreign territory—somewhere she shouldn’t be walking into. It was as if all her instincts were telling her to turn and run away. Never look back. Never return.But no matter how much her heart thundered inside her chest, no matter how tightly the knots in her stomach tightened—painfully so—she knew there was no backing off.If she wanted a safe and comfortable life for her grandma, if she wanted her business to take off and never again depend on her uncle and aunt for financial support, then she had to take this leap of faith.This was the only way to step out of their control, the only way to live her life on her own terms—even if it had to start with a compromise.With another deep breath, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and hauled it toward the mansion.Howev

The room arranged for Juliette was much bigger and grander than the one she had at the Castors’.In fact, the moment her eyes took in the whole space, her jaw practically fell open.“This is…” she gestured around the room. “…for me?”The man nodded. “Yes, madam. Do you not like it? If that’s the case, something else can surely be arranged. But rest assured, this is the biggest room available in the west wing. It’s even closer to the young master’s bedroom. If you ever wish to reach out to him, he would be only a few steps away.”Not like it? What was there not to like? It was everything she had never even imagined for herself.And to think she had just gotten here. She wondered what more surprises awaited her at the Garretts—and whether this was merely the beginning of her new luxurious life.“No. No, it’s fine,” she said to the man, smiling at him. “I’ll manage from here. Thank you.”“You’re welcome, madam,” he said, nodding. “Madam Garrett wanted you to know that lunch will be serve

The walk to the west wing felt longer this time. The halls were still just as grand, just as pristine, but now they seemed to watch her—every painting, every polished surface reflecting a version of herself she wasn’t entirely sure she recognized yet. A future Garrett, they seemed to whisper. The thought made her stomach twist.She stopped in front of James’s office door.Again.Her fingers hovered over the wood, hesitating. Don’t push him too far, Madam Garrett had said. Easy advice. Hard to follow when she didn’t even know where the line was.Juliette inhaled slowly, steadying herself.“Just talk,” she murmured under her breath. “That’s all.”She knocked—once, firm but not demanding—and waited.------In his office, James stared at the papers in front of him, scowling.“You call this an investigation?” He looked fiercely disappointed. Annoyed. “It only mentions his recent whereabouts—not the people he’s in contact with. Not the reason he’s able to launder billions of dollars. Not ev

The next few days passed without any further drama.She woke up early every day, personally making tea for herself and coffee for James—as the two of them were the only ones staying in the west wing, and troubling the servants for such a menial task felt unnecessary—and then visited James in his office.To her surprise, not a single day went by when James wasn’t already awake at that hour. She always found him in the same place, seated behind his desk, his laptop open in front of him, with a few loose papers scattered nearby that he often scribbled notes on.She would smile at him, and he would nod back, enough to make her feel acknowledged.And even that tiny act of appreciation felt enough to Juliette somehow.Later, she would get on with her morning routine, get ready, have breakfast, and leave for work.It continued like that for almost a week—until the weekend arrived.It was Sunday, and the Garrett mansion seemed livelier and buzzier than ever before.“What’s happening?” Juliett

From the privacy of his office, James watched everything unfold. On his laptop, the live video footage played silently, capturing every moment in the drawing room of the Garrett mansion.He hadn’t planned to interfere.At first, he’d told himself he was only checking the feed out of habit—an old reflex born from years of caution and control. The Garrett mansion was full of sharp tongues and sharper intentions. Leaving Juliette alone with any of them had never sat well with him. Still, he’d expected discomfort. Maybe cold politeness. Perhaps a veiled insult or two.He hadn’t expected this.James leaned back in his wheelchair, fingers loosely clasped as his eyes stayed fixed on the screen. He watched her stand there—small in stature compared to the woman looming over her, yet somehow unmovable. She didn’t raise her voice. Didn’t crumble. Didn’t retreat. She met cruelty with composure and arrogance with quiet steel.Interesting, he thought.Most people either pitied him or avoided him alt