Forget My Husband I'll Go Make Money Chapter 62 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Support us? Daniel, you're the one who begged me to quit my job and focus on this pregnancy. Cut the act. Business trip? More like a booty call." Maybe my expression looked too broken, because Daniel backed off slightly. "I just needed that money for an investment opportunity. How was I supposed to know you'd lose the baby today? Besides, that investment just got me promoted to regional manager. We're finally going to be comfortable." I let out a bitter laugh as he pulled out his phone, pretending he was about to pay the hospital bill—only to see that it had already been paid. “My friend covered it,” I said flatly, too exhausted to even look at him.

"Please leave, I'm really getting uncomfortable with your presence, don't make me do something drastic that you and I would regret, go back to your billionaire husband and don't come in her judging my life" " You're the same man who yor drinking and gambling habits made you owe someone a million dollars. You sold me, my future, my happiness and you're talking about judging, your life is supposed to be judged for selling your daughter's future to man because of your debts, I'll leave and as I promised I would send in a housekeeper to this house and also fix you on a salary so you can take care if yourself but that money would be managed by the housekeeper" I walked out of the house with tears

“Come on Mom.” “Why? Oh! Sorry to burst you bubble sweetie but did you really plan to do that? Then what? Enjoy life with that man?” This conversation will just lead to nothing. This is nonsense and there’s also no point for me to defend and fight back since it’s not the truth. But if that guy really is my husband who just lost his memory then think he’s worth fighting and wasting my time and money. Now that I no longer need to worry about our safety, I am willing to do more than just a comforting word or hug to bring him back. I nonchalantly lean my back to the back of the chair and wiped my lips with tissue. I rose to my feet and grab my bag. “I have to go Mom.” I kissed on to her cheeks t

"My wife looted twelve million dollars?" Mr Griffin put up a confused expression, glancing around. "I thought he has regained his memory. Why's he acting —?" "I remember everything and more, Uncle Griffin. I remember that it was my father there, perhaps drawing pressure and inspiration from you, who caused that money to leave —" The words clutched at his throat. He couldn't beehive this was the cheapest resort Griffin could find. "To leave what?" Griffin prodded, perhaps thinking he had the upper hand here. The other relatives stood breathlessly.

“Fine if it’s a divorce you want, then it’s settled. I’ll give you 2 million dollars and a house.” “Why are you doing that?” Fiona asked in surprise. “Because for the past three years, she has been loyal.” “I don’t want anything from you, all I want is a divorce which you have agreed to.” I said before making my way upstairs to get my things. After getting my things, I called Ray to come pick me up and he was so happy. I have finally decided to leave Charles With my brother's car parked outside the house, I have my last words. “Charles Windor, you’ll regret your decision and it would be too late because I’ll be long gone.” I said before stepping out of the house. The house which I helped Cha

I only have tiny memories that won't make up anything in my head. I would loose my legs if the surgery isn't done on time and my father cannot do anything about it because he's in debt. His wife is clearly not bothered about it at all. I have invested my whole income into an incoming project at ZIMA , and they still fired me and Asher is in charge of that. I certainly cannot ask him for help.

Something inside Of me made me wonder why my husband couldn't look at me with those kind of eyes. Why did it have to be his brother instead? I slid easily into the seat that was opposite him and got straight to business; “so how much do you want?” “What–aren't you going to at least order something first?” I snorted. “we're not here on a date in case you forgotten, so tell me how much you need,” He laughed. “Sweetheart you seem to be forgetting that I'm an alpha myself, what makes you think that of all things I could be lacking it would be money,”

I can never forgive Ralph for taking me away, which caused Maximus and me to be separated and led to my memory loss. My past no longer matters to me. I can always ask my husband if there’s something I want to know. I don’t want to stress him out by making him worry about my condition; instead, I want him to enjoy spending time with me and our child, creating new memories we can treasure.

I wanted to fix what I had ignored for too long. But when she woke up, she didn't remember him. She didn't remember anything. And when she looked at me, calling me her husband... I lied. I lied because I couldn't lose her again. I didn't know what I was thinking when I said yes. The word left my mouth before I could stop it, and just like that, I became her husband—a role that wasn't mine to take. I even gave her a different name, Emma, to keep the truth buried deeper.

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"