Semua Bab My Husband Demands I Leave With Nothing: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Matthew said nothing at all, but his mother, Sarah, did. A shrill voice retorted, "What on earth are you talking about, girl?" There was a heavy accent in her voice. She was a country woman. "My son makes big money while you do nothing all day! You shop around all the time! Of course, you live on my son's money!"It's been a year since you married my son, and you haven't even given me a grandkid! How dare you yell at my son! This is ridiculous! Unbelievable!"Sarah wanted to insult me further, but Matthew hung up, and only beeps echoed in the air. A moment later, Matthew's text came in.'Sorry, Wendy. Mom's getting older, and you know what it's like with country ladies. They're stuck in the 60s. Don't take it to heart. We can talk about it when I get back.'I stared at the text. This was absurd. It was a joke. Sarah was blind to her own world. Her son rose from a no-name man to the head of a company in a single year. I helped him out a lot, but she thought her son did it on his o

The signs were all there, but I had no idea about them.Matthew was watching me. He thought my indifference meant I wasn't mad, and he spoke in an even softer tone. "Go back home and leave this to me. You will get the explanation you deserve. Trust me."I left the noisy hall and called my assistant."I need you to compile the company's transactions, important business proposals, work reports, and shareholder changes over the past year, then encrypt them and send them to me ASAP! Right now, if possible!"My assistant answered calmly, "Got it, Mrs. Grayson. Right away."…It was already late at night. Matthew was back. I heard the key turning in the keyhole. He was holding an immaculate paper bag. It was the delivery package from my favorite spot.Matthew was carefully taking his shoes off at the porch and changing into slippers. Softly and gently, he said, "Are you still up, Wendy?" I could hear how much he was faking it.Only a lamp was on in the living room. I was seated beh

A momentary pause later, he turned the room's attention to me. "And that someone is my wife, Wendy Jefferson! Not only did she throw a tantrum at the company's celebration party, she also, before the public eye, pushed and harmed a pregnant employee, Rochelle Wood! To call her actions dastardly is an understatement!"He continued, "It has affected the public negatively and shaken the reputation of the company, not to mention the bottom line of the shareholders! As president of the company, on behalf of a majority of the shareholders, I hereby propose that we strip Wendy Jefferson of all her shares and company title, effective immediately!"Most of the shareholders agreed right away."Mr. Grayson's right! That is the right move!""Wendy must take up responsibility for her behavior. She cannot stay, lest she hurts the company more!"Rochelle couldn't hold back her greed anymore. "Wendy is a slut who schemed and plotted her way into a marriage by sleeping with Mr. Grayson! She's a ba

I slowed down and let things simmer. "After all, you were there when I took this very report. You begged me, crying and bawling, to keep this a secret, all so your son's ego wouldn't be ruined. Did you forget that?"Sarah turned a shade of blotchy pink. She jabbed a shaking finger at me and shrieked, "That's bullshit! That was some shady hospital you found! That report is all fake! You just want to ruin my son! Ms. Wood got pregnant with his child easily! That's all the evidence we need!""Really?" I arched my eyebrow and looked at Rochelle's baby bump. She was pushing it out further. "And what makes you think her baby is Matthew's?"Matthew's head jerked up. His eyes were glued to Rochelle, carrying his last sliver of hope. "Tell me she's lying, Rochelle. Tell me!"Rochelle's eyes darted away. She could not meet Matthew's eyes. "Don't listen to that bitch, Matthew! She's trying to drive us apart! She's jealous of me! Of my baby! Of course you're the father!"I chortled, amuse

I rolled down the window slowly. Though he was disheveled and crying like a child, I felt nothing. Indifferently, I said, "It doesn't matter what you want, Matthew. The divorce is already official."What little light he had left in his eyes was snuffed out, replaced by despair. Just then, I thought, 'Maybe I should give him another parting gift.'I took out a hefty document envelope from the passenger seat's glovebox and tossed it out the window. It landed beside his feet with a thud. "Take it. It's a divorce gift."A dazed Matthew picked up the envelope, and he opened it with a trembling hand. Inside was a stack of hi-def photos, and in the center of them was Rochelle.She was in a loose maternity suit, showing up in places like the hospital's OBGYN, upscale restaurants, and even the neighborhood.In every photo, there was a man who carefully held her, opened car doors for her, and even caressed her baby bump.That man was none other than Matthew's father.They were the picture