All Chapters of The Forsaken Wife's Empire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(Mason’s POV)“Now we’ll see what game this is all about,” Patricia said as she handed the coffee cup back to me.“What… do you mean?” I swallowed hard. “What game are you talking about?”She only smirked and walked back to her seat. I moved closer to her, my heart pounding hard in my chest. She had just finished the coffee, and very soon, the drug would take effect.But why did she think I had a hidden agenda? If she suspected I had drugged her drink, why did she still take it? Could it be that she already knew my plan and was only playing along?No… that didn’t make sense. How could she know? No one saw me put anything in the coffee. I had even made sure to step away from the CCTV camera. It didn’t capture me either. So how could she possibly know? Maybe she was just playing with words.“Pat… there’s no such thing,” I said, denying it completely. “I’m not playing any game.”She didn’t respond. She didn’t even look up at me. She stayed focused on her phone, typing calmly. I wondered

(Mason’s POV)“Sir, are you sure you want some more?” the bar attendant asked, her voice unsure.“Put it there and stop asking stupid questions!” I snapped, my voice exploding like a gunshot.I had been drinking at the bar for hours. I couldn’t even tell how many shots I had taken, but none of them dulled what I was feeling inside. I came here hoping the alcohol would make me feel better... but it didn’t.Earlier today, right after I left Patricia’s office, I went home to rest. After a while, my family arrived, smiling and full of excitement, expecting good news.But everything changed the moment I handed Dad our copy of the document.“What the hell is this, Mason? This isn’t the right document!” I could still hear my father’s voice crashing down on me.“What do you mean it’s not the document?” I asked, confused.“My God… someone please wake me up from this nightmare,” my father said, his voice breaking. “Please tell me this isn’t happening.”His hands shook as the papers slipped from

(Mason’s POV)"If you truly believed your weak and useless sperm could father a child, then you must be delusional.” she added.My stomach dropped when I heard that. How… how did she know? No one else knew about this. I had kept the truth hidden from Patricia... and even from my own family for years.“Don’t say stupid things,” I said through clenched teeth, trying to deny it completely.“Stupid things?” she scoffed. “You may have hidden the original result from Patricia, but you didn’t hide it from me, Mason.”“I saw everything,” she added.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. I remembered that day clearly. The doctor had told me my sperm was weak, but it could improve. With proper treatment and diet, I could still father a child.I was too embarrassed to let anyone know, not even Patricia. So I threw away the real result and replaced it with a fake one. That fake result was what I showed Patricia.But Rose had seen the original result. She was our housemaid at the time. Could it be

(Patricia’s POV)Days had passed, but I didn’t feel any better. I still hadn’t recovered from the pain of the betrayal. Thinking back to how I had gone from one hospital to another, meeting different doctors, wondering why every test result said I was fine, yet I couldn’t conceive.All this time, I didn’t know I had married a monster... someone who put me through years of stress just to protect his ego. What about my dignity? I bore the shame of being called barren by his family and by others, countless times.The betrayal cut deep, but I still tried to move on, just as I had always done. I was grateful for Raymond, who stayed by my side through this difficult period.As expected, Mason was charged with murder, and this could be the end of him if he was found guilty. The reporters, however, wouldn’t leave me alone. They kept asking for my thoughts on the case.I wasn’t even there on the day the incident happened, yet my name was trending alongside his family’s. Because everyone knew I

(Patricia’s POV)“You can’t do this, ma’am. The shareholders won’t be happy about it,” James said, his voice filled with concern.I had just told him about my decision to withdraw from the Medix project, exactly as I had promised Henry the night before. But James strongly opposed it.The Wilton Group and Smithfield Global had been business rivals for years. We competed over everything. Backing out now felt like handing victory to the enemy, and no one liked losing.James wasn’t worried because the company would collapse if we withdrew. He was worried about pride.Winning the project meant more profit, and more profit meant growth. But this was the first and only thing Henry had ever asked of me. I felt he deserved that one win. There would still be other projects for us.“There are other projects coming, James. We can still secure those,” I said calmly, trying to reason with him.“But...”“Please, James, try to understand,” I said, cutting him off. “Henry is like a big brother to me.