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 Secret Revealed

Meanwhile, in the newly rented penthouse, I was relaxing on a lounge chair on the balcony with a face mask on, listening to classical music. I knew James’s character better than anyone. Suspicious and controlling. The use of his card for my purchases would surely send notifications to his phone.

I didn’t try to hide it, but I wasn’t foolish enough to reveal everything either. I bought what was necessary but arranged the deliveries sporadically; sometimes to the apartment, sometimes to the front desk, sometimes buying directly in-store. I knew he would suspect, that he would go crazy. But that was exactly what I wanted.

I wanted him to live tormented by curiosity, never knowing the truth. I had hired two professional bodyguards to watch the elevator entrance and the apartment’s front door. With 5 million in the bank, I could turn my home into an impregnable fortress.

I caressed my belly, smiling faintly. “Your father is starting to lose his temper. But don’t worry, Mommy won’t let anyone disturb your sleep.”

That evening, I received a call from an unknown number. I immediately guessed it was James’s eyes and ears. I answered with a calm voice. “Hello?”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, then came the familiar voice of his assistant. “Mrs. Eleanor… no, Miss Eleanor. Mr. Sinclair wanted to ask you about some of your expenses today.”

I laughed a cold laugh that echoed in the spacious apartment. I told him to tell his boss that the money in my pocket is mine. Whether I buy diapers or flowers for his grave, that’s my business. He should worry less about other people’s affairs and more about taking care of his precious lover.

With that, I hung up and blocked the number. I knew that someone would not be sleeping tonight out of rage.

As expected, the next morning the apartment doorbell rang insistently. Through the security camera, I saw the furtive face of James’s trusted assistant. He stood there holding a small box, looking around as if he were afraid of being discovered.

I smiled, adjusted my loose white maternity dress, and deliberately wore no makeup to show a natural yet rosy and healthy face. I signaled for the bodyguards to open the door.

The assistant entered. His eyes widened as he saw the luxurious penthouse space. He swallowed hard, placed the box on the glass table, and stammered, “Hello… hello Miss Eleanor. The boss asked me to bring you some things you forgot at the estate and, while I’m at it, to see how you are.”

I glanced at the box. Inside were only a few old books and some cheap jewelry I hadn’t even bothered to take. An excuse so clumsy that even a child would have seen through it. I invited him to sit down. I poured him a glass of water. My gestures were as serene as a queen receiving a servant.

I sat across from him, deliberately leaning back in the chair. My hand unconsciously rose to caress my abdomen, which was already starting to show under the silk dress. The assistant’s gaze immediately fixed on my belly. The suspicion was evident. He stammered, “Miss Eleanor, you seem to have gained some weight. Your skin is also rosier than before.”

I laughed softly; my eyes shone with genuine happiness. I said that after leaving that golden cage, my spirit has been freed. I eat well and sleep well, so it’s natural that I’m healthier. “Or are you going to report to your boss that I’m half dead?”

The assistant waved his hands hastily. “No, no. What I mean is, you’ve bought a lot of baby things…”

He left the sentence hanging, waiting for confirmation from me. I looked him straight in the eye. The smile on my lips turned cold and sharp. I knew he had a recorder on in his jacket pocket. This was the moment to deliver the psychological blow that would drive James mad.

I said slowly, pronouncing each word clearly, “Are you curious, or is it your boss who’s curious? Well, for old times’ sake, I’ll tell you. Yes, I’m pregnant with twins.”

The assistant’s jaw dropped, speechless. Before he could ask more, I added the final blow. My words were as soft as cotton, but their impact was like a thousand swords. “Go back and tell your boss to rest easy and enjoy his new conquest. It doesn’t matter whose children they are. The important thing is that they definitely won’t carry the Sinclair name. I’m not foolish enough to give birth to children for that ungrateful family.”

That sentence was a direct slap to the pride of my entire former in-law family. I was admitting my pregnancy but denying James’s paternity, planting the idea in their minds that I had had someone else for a long time.

The assistant turned pale and hastily made his excuses to leave. His walk was as hurried as a thief caught in the act.