All Chapters of Charging My Wife by the Hour: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

After hearing that, the apologetic look on Vivian Crowell vanished in an instant. She rose to her feet, pointed at our son, Victor Carrington, and demanded, "Is this how you usually teach our child, Vincent?"Calmly, I pulled Victor behind me. "What's wrong with that? If he doesn't get love, at least he gets money. It's better than ending up like me, who had to go through a divorce just to learn this lesson."Vivian was stumped. Her phone rang again, and the voice of Elliot Everhart's daughter, Eleanor Everhart, came through. "Vivian, hurry up and get over here; you promised you'd try the roller coaster with me!"Victor gripped the hem of my shirt tightly. Noticing Victor's movement, Vivian, for once, didn't agree right away. If anything, she reached out to pat Victor on the head. "Be a good boy and go to the hospital with your dad first, Vic. Once you're all better, I'll take you to the amusement park, okay?"Victor dodged her hand and looked up at her with wide eyes. "It's fine

I rushed to my mother's gravesite, where Vivian was directing workers to dig it up. "Stop it!" I lunged forward, shoved the two workers down hard, and snatched up a hoe to guard my mother's grave. Vivian pulled Elliot and Eleanor behind her and scoffed. "Vincent, didn't you say you'd rent out anything as long as the price is right? I've already transferred the rent for your mother's grave. What are you making a scene about now?"I was so furious that even my teeth were chattering. "How can you be so heartless, Vivian?"Vivian shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm clearly playing by your rules, so how does that make me heartless? Or is it that in your mind, everyone else's feelings are sacred, while our marriage is dirt cheap—something that can just be bought and sold?"My fingernails dug deeply into my palms; I was so consumed by hatred that I could barely feel the pain. I couldn't understand how the woman who had once stayed up all night caring for my mother by her hospital bed could hav

The equipment in the operating room had been knocked all over the place, and a chaotic trail of blood stretched all the way out into the corridor. The doctors she had brought with her all sucked in a sharp breath. Vivian yanked one of them over and bellowed, "Didn't I tell you to leave the chief surgeon behind? Why is the operating room a complete mess? Where's my son?"The doctor stammered, "M-Mr. Everhart said his daughter was having a severe allergic reaction, so every doctor in the hospital had to go over... He also said he would bear all the consequences, and if we delayed his daughter's treatment, he would make sure we all paid dearly!"The veins on her temples bulged. "So, you just left my son on the operating table to die?"With bloodshot eyes, Vivian snarled, "Find him!"Recalling the sheer despair I showed when I knelt and begged Elliot in the video, she could barely stay on her feet. Vivian had truly believed that I was only vying for her attention and deliberately put

The doctor whispered in my ear, "All of his numbers look good, but his memory appears to have taken a bit of a hit. He's under the impression that his mother has passed away. He's still fresh out of surgery, so try your best to just play along for now. We can't risk triggering him."After hearing the doctor's words, I let out a wry chuckle. I never expected that what I had said to Vivian, that she no longer deserved to be Victor's mother, would actually come true in a roundabout way. I bent down and stroked Victor's head. "Vic, once you get discharged, what do you say we move somewhere new and start fresh, just the two of us?"…I took out the visas I had prepared long ago and moved with Victor to a small town in the north. Aside from the rent Vivian had paid to keep Elliot and his daughter company, I had also received a large sum of money from the divorce, which was more than enough for Victor and me to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. I bought a villa with a yard an

After the routine checkup was over, I flew back to the north with Victor once again. Victor was discovered to have an extraordinary talent for painting. Hence, I hired a teacher to nurture his skills. I collected every single one of his artworks and carefully preserved them. I even registered a social media account just for him and uploaded scanned copies of his paintings. Before long, he accumulated quite a number of followers. When Victor was 13, he had already achieved a certain level of fame. I organized an art exhibition for him back home. To my surprise, the number of visitors at the venue far surpassed all my expectations. After that exhibition, Victor's confidence soared, and inspiration came to him endlessly. His paintings also began fetching high prices online. He urged me to put his earlier paintings up for sale. I refused, but I did not stop him from selling his newer works. When Victor turned 17, he went viral again because of the sale price of one of his paintin