My Mil Called Me A “fruitless Tree” And Forced A Divorce. My Ceo Husband Handed Me $5m And Kicked Me Out In The Rain. Little Do They Know, I’m Carrying His Twins. Should I Disappear Forever?

The Rebirth

The next morning, the New York sky was incredibly clear after the previous night’s downpour, exactly like my mood. I stood in front of the large mirror in the hotel bathroom observing the woman who looked back at me.

She was no longer the disheveled wife in old loungewear, nor did she have the submissive, resigned face I wore every time my mother-in-law scolded me. I chose a subtly fitted burgundy silk dress that enhanced my fair skin and my still slender figure in the early months of pregnancy.

I put on a touch of red lipstick, shaping my eyebrows with determination. Today was the day I signed the death warrant of my marriage, but why did it feel more like the day of my rebirth?

I arrived at the lawyer’s office 15 minutes early. I sat comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed, and enjoyed a cup of hot tea. When James and Beatrice walked in, I clearly noticed their steps falter.

James stared at me, his eyes fixed on my radiant smile and my strangely beautiful appearance. Perhaps in the script he had written for himself, I was supposed to have eyes swollen from crying, begging him to reconsider. But what a shame; the Eleanor of today had died along with the faith I once had in him.

Beatrice at his side scanned me from head to toe and then scowled. Her sarcastic and bitter voice echoed in the quiet office. “Well, well. One would think you’d be heartbroken, but it turns out as soon as you saw the money, you showed your true colors. Truly, what a greedy and materialistic woman. It’s a good thing my family got rid of you in time, otherwise who knows if you wouldn’t have ended up selling the house.”

She tossed her designer handbag onto a chair and looked at me with disdain. I wasn’t angry at all; on the contrary, I felt sorry for her. Her whole life had been lived among calculations and suspicions. How could she understand the feelings of a mother doing everything to protect her children?

I gently set down my teacup and responded with a smile, “Beatrice, you flatter me. It’s all thanks to the fortune your family has bestowed upon me. 5 million might be pocket change for you, but for me, it’s a treasure to rebuild my life with. How could I not be happy?”

James frowned, apparently annoyed by my indifferent attitude. He sat across from me and pushed the final revised divorce agreement in my direction. His voice was cold but held a hint of probing. “Don’t you have anything to say? Don’t you want to ask why I chose Sophia? Or don’t you want to try and save this?”

Men are strange. When you love them to death, they treat you like nothing. When you let go without hesitation, their pride gets hurt.

I picked up the pen, twirling it between my long fingers, and looked him straight in the eye without flinching. I asked, “What was the point in asking, James, since the outcome wouldn’t change? You found your soulmate and I found my freedom, plus a nice starting capital. This is what you call a win-win situation. A successful partnership.”

I emphasized the words “successful partnership” like a slap to his face, turning our three-year marriage into a mere business transaction.

I signed my name in the wife’s section. My handwriting was fluid and decisive, without the slightest tremor. The sound of the pen on the paper was strangely pleasant. Just as I put the pen down, the phone in my purse vibrated. A message from the bank notifying me of a change in my balance: $5 million received in my account.

I looked at that long number and the corners of my lips curled involuntarily. It was done. The future of my two babies was partly secured.

I stood up, gathered my documents, and extended my hand to James. He was taken aback for a moment before reluctantly shaking it. His hand was cold, devoid of the warmth of the husband I had shared a bed with.

I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, just low enough for only the two of us to hear. My voice was sweet but laced with intent. “Thank you, my golden benefactor. I wish you and your old flame a happy life together. I’ll be using this money to raise something a thousand times more valuable than you.”

James was petrified, staring at me with wide eyes. He probably thought I would use the money for my upkeep or to buy luxuries, but it would never occur to him that the valuable thing I was referring to were the two drops of his own blood forming inside of me.

I withdrew my hand, smiled, and gave a farewell nod to Beatrice, who was sitting with a resentful air, and walked out of the lawyer’s office with long strides. The sound of my heels echoed on the floor like a triumphal march.