Forbidden Heir

Chapter 003: Two Consecutive Events

Chapter 003: Two Consecutive Events

Terry held his breath as Meghan fought him back. His breathing became heavy. The emotions he had been holding back were ready to break loose at any moment. His face turned red, and his fists grew stronger, until his nails cut into his palms.

"What?!"

"I don't want to live with a poor man like you! I want a divorce!"

Terry's chest felt squeezed as the horrible words came out of Meghan's mouth. The joints in his body turned to jelly, too shocked by his wife's request.

"What? Why are you asking for a divorce? Wasn't it in the wedding vows that you would say- "

"I'm asking for a divorce!" said Meghan was quick. She walked over to the drawer at the side of the bed and took something from there. It was a divorce paper.

"Sign this. That way, I can get away from you!" Meghan threw the divorce papers in Terry's face, as well as the pen.

Terry picked up the paper in disappointment. His hands shook as he read the contents of the paper. And to add insult to injury, his wife had already signed it.

Terry crumpled the paper into a ball, then threw it into the corner of the room. "I don't want a divorce, Meghan. I don't want to break our marriage vows."

Meghan smiled sarcastically. She gave Terry a condescending look, which was something Terry had only seen in his 3 years of marriage to the woman.

"Wedding vows?" She asked with a sarcastic laugh. "Does anyone still use wedding vows nowadays? I don't think so."

"What do you mean?"

"In this era, marriage vows are just a formality. What matters is money, looks, and power. You don't have any of those."

Meghan took Matthias by the hand and leaned her head back. Matthias smiled triumphantly at his lover's action.

Terry's chest felt like it had been hit by a rock at his wife's words. It was painful. It was true that he didn't have all three. But did his wife have to say that and shatter his pride in front of another man?

"Meghan, you-"

"The point is, I want us to get a divorce. I don't care if you agree or not."

Meghan sighed and quickly turned to the dilapidated closet in the corner of the room. She packed her meager clothes into the broken suitcase at the bottom of the closet.

Terry rounded his eyes. He walked over to Meghan. He gripped his wife's hand, intending to stop her.

"Meghan, where are you going? I'm not allowing you to leave!"

"I don't need to hear your words. Besides, I don't love you anymore."

Meghan retorted in a cold tone. She shook off Terry's hand with all her might. After finishing packing her clothes into the suitcase, she pulled Matthias out of the cramped room.

Terry chased behind. He grabbed his wife's wrist to stop Meghan from leaving their apartment.

"Meghan. Please don't leave me alone because of money. I have no one else." Terry begged in a pleading tone.

Meghan brushed Terry's hand away roughly, causing Terry to fall to the side. "I don't care, Terry. I'm still going!"

"Why do you insist on going?"

"Because I'm already pregnant with Matthias' baby."

Terry's heart was shattered beyond repair. From the corner of his eyes, tears welled up. His tongue was too stiff to utter a word, as if something was holding him back. His body was frozen. Of all the events, this was the one that hit him the hardest.

Seeing Terry motionless, Meghan left the apartment, dragging the suitcase in her right hand and Matthias in her left.

Before Matthias was completely out, he whispered into Terry's ear with a wide grin. "Loser."

Terry was frozen in place, watching his wife's departure with Matthias from behind. His insides screamed in pain with infinite tightness. Terry clutched his chest, struggling to catch his breath.

"This hurts."

Not yet done with the pain, Dylan came from the direction of his room, carrying the paper bag he was going to give Meghan.

"Where are you taking the paper bag?"

Dylan stopped his steps. Then he turned his eyes to the paper bag in his hand. "Oh, I'll give it to Meghan."

"Excuse me?!"

"You want to give it to her, right? That's why I brought it," Dylan replied casually without any embarrassment.

Terry bit her lip. His hands were again clenched into fists, and his jaw was tightly clenched. "Meghan has already left with another man. So you have no right to take her."

"Of course I do," Dylan said, crossing his arms over his chest haughtily.

"Isn't this Meghan's right? And you did intend to give it to her, right? Then why are you forbidding me to take it?"

"Of course I forbid it! It's a hard-earned item that I bought from my savings. And you still have the pride to bring it?! Don't you have any shame?"

"If I don't bring it, what will you do with it?"

Terry was silent. He couldn't reply to Dylan's words. His brain was suddenly stuck, unable to think.

"You would have thrown it away too. So instead of wasting it, I'll take it," Dylan walked back out of Terry's apartment. At the doorway, he turned around and said it again.

"You shouldn't be hurt by what Meghan said. She did this because she said you were impotent. So I think Meghan did the right thing to leave you." After saying that, Dylan walked out of Terry's apartment.

"What? Impotent?! Hey, Dylan, who said I was impotent?! Come back here!" Terry continued to yell at Dylan, who walked in front of him without looking back.

"Damn, he didn't hear me! Why would he say I'm impotent? Is Meghan making up stories about me?" He screeched in annoyance. He ran his hands through his hair so roughly that it looked disheveled. Another sigh escaped his mouth.

With Dylan's back out of sight, Terry chose to rest. Besides, he also had to find a way to persuade Meghan to return to his arms. Terry chose to use the guest room and slept there until waiting for curfew.

***

At 7 p.m., Terry was already getting ready with his work clothes clinging to his body. His face still looked disheveled and crumpled. Apparently, sleep didn't help to ease his anger.

However, he tried to suppress the emotion. Terry didn't want personal problems to mix with work. So, as much as possible, Terry put on a fake smile, acting all right.

As he was putting his jacket away in his locker, Jake approached him in a hurry.

"Terry, can we talk for a minute?"

Terry raised his eyebrows. It felt strange to see Jake approaching him first, like now. Especially with a face that looked confused and annoyed at the same time.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" asked Terry, trying to speak in a friendly tone.

"Sorry, I have to tell you this. But you can't work here anymore."

Terry's eyes rounded at that. "What? But why?" He asked without pause.

"The boss asked you to stop working. As for the severance pay, I'll send it later," Jake replied unpleasantly. He grasped his own wrist tightly, and his head bowed.

Terry was naturally disappointed. The thought of becoming a permanent employee was gone. After the problem with Meghan, it seemed that fate still wanted to play with him by taking away his job.

"But why? Didn't you say I was going to be a permanent employee? Is there something else behind my dismissal?"

"Alright. Since I consider you a brother, I'll tell you." Jake glanced around the room, making sure no one was eavesdropping on his conversation.

"It's because of Mr. Matthias' orders."