He Kept Me Barren, Yet Had Kids

A New Clue

The call was made. And then Joshua went on a work trip. I had a journey of my own too. I was starting to scour for evidence of him transferring assets to help Yvonne and her kid.

Though I never asked about company operations, I was still the Ferreros' heiress. I knew business, and I had my sources of information.

However, Joshua hid it deep. With excuses that the company was investing for charity, he moved a huge amount of money to the funds and shell companies he controlled.

Yvonne's records were clean. Spotless, even.

…

A few days later, Joshua came back from his work trip. I knew he had just visited his newborn daughter, Cece.

He came home looking overjoyed, and he was holding beautiful gift boxes.

"Got you something nice, Angelica." He handed the boxes to me gently. "Custom-made. It's good for you."

I stared at him. The warmth in his eyes was perfectly calculated. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was the perfect husband.

"You don't seem too good lately," Joshua added. "But we can work on it. Maybe you'll get pregnant soon."

I took the supplements. "Thanks," I replied as I forced a smile onto my face.

He probably did not notice that something was off with me.

Joshua took a seat on the couch and massaged his forehead. "Right, our company and Ferrero Group are working on a charity investment. It's going to start next month."

Most of the funds came from my family.

"It'll need a lot of investment money in its early stages, and we'll need your family's support."

That sounded like negotiation, but he was hinting at me, telling me to push my family. Perhaps have a word with your parents,” he suggested. “Ease their minds. The project has great prospects and would help their company’s reputation.”

"I know," I said softly. "I'll talk to them. I know it's important."

Joshua leaned back into the couch, relaxed this time. He probably thought I was the same dumb girl who would trust every single word he said.

…

It was the weekend. The Graysons had their family dinner, and Joshua's mother brought up the topic of children again.

"Joshua, you guys have been married for nearly six years. Why isn't she pregnant yet? Is something wrong with her? Maybe she should get checked overseas."

Joshua put his fork down and heaved a sigh. "Stop it, Mom. She's already having it hard enough." He looked at me with concern. "She's been working on it. Maybe God wants to test us further."

He was hinting that I was the problem, not him. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought he was helping me, but this was a plot.

A setup for him to take his bastard child home. A plot to lead to divorce and give him an upper hand in splitting the money.

I hung my head low. Disgust was churning my stomach.

…

The exhausting dinner came to an end. I got a message from an unknown number.

'Ms. Ferrero? Hi, it's Melina Hutchings, your husband's ex-assistant. Can we talk?'