Jeremy stood in the heart of the biggest amusement park in the city, “Starprize Gardens” his heart racing with excitement and nervous anticipation.
He had saved every spare penny for months, meticulously planning and scrimping to make today perfect for his beloved Hailey. The whole park was his for the day, a surprise he couldn't wait to unveil. He told Hailey that he would meet her at 9:00, but Hailey never showed up. "D-Did she forget?" Jeremy whispered to himself, trying to shake off the creeping doubt. With a heavy heart, he decided to take a stroll in the garden, his legs heavy with each step he took. Being a resident of the building himself, the sight of the luxurious cars in the parking lot was always confusing for Jeremy, who wondered how they managed to maintain such expensive vehicles. He couldn't help but admire their fancy wheels, even if they were a bit out of his league. His mode of transportation was quite different from his neighbors', as he only had a motorcycle to get to work each day. However, his wife Hailey would occasionally lend him her car, which was a nice perk and a little upgrade from his two-wheeler. It wasn't common for Jeremy to use Hayley's car though, as she was usually occupied with work. Her schedule was always packed, especially since she had just sealed a major deal with a top company. As he got closer to the parking lot, he could hear some muffled moans from a Black Royce Roll. Jeremy had seen a lot of pictures of the car in the news and magazines, so he was quick to recognize it. Despite the intriguing moans coming from the car, His primary focus was getting to his apartment to meet Hailey. His anticipation of seeing her was greater than his level of curiosity. After all, he had more important things to focus on-like reuniting with his beloved wife. To him, he felt like it was none of his business. Some of their neighbors parked their cars in the parking lot and played weird music. Besides, he didn't want to get on anyone's nerves today. "I can't get enough of this babe." Those words didn't escape his ears, even though he wanted to ignore them, he couldn't help but turn his head in the direction of where the voice came from. Inside the car, a man sat in the backseat, with cold sweat on his face while moaning in pleasure. Jeremy caught a glimpse of the woman's blonde hair, her head bent down with her back arching. His cheeks turned red, realizing what was going on and blaming the couple in his mind for engaging in such immoral acts publicly. He was just about to look away when he saw the woman's features, his face going pale instantly. "Baby, do you know why I love you?" He heard the woman speak in a sweet saccharine voice and he balled his fist angrily. His boy shook with anger as he stared at the two people who didn't notice his presence. He was so close to the window and yet they didn't take notice of him. "You are the only man that can satisfy me." Her last words pulled his final straw and he opened the backseat door forcefully, their heads turning to look at him with a mix of surprise and shock on their faces. "Hailey" Jeremy growled furiously, his gaze landing on their exposed thighs, especially that of his wife. She was close to naked, with her skirt up and a used condom lying on the seat. His heart became shattered just by the mere thought that his wife had slept with an ugly toad. "What have I done to deserve this?" Jeremy tried to maintain his cool but he was at the point of pulling them both out and ripping them to pieces. Hailey was a woman that he loved with his whole heart, he had sacrificed much for her. She was the reason why he never had any savings. Always asked for limited designer clothes and purses, yet she wasn't satisfied. "Oh c'mon Jeremy, you should have ignored and gone your way. Don't act like this is a new thing. I'm not the first woman to cheat on her wretched husband." Hailey rolled her eyes before getting out of the car, she made sure to give her lover a wet kiss on the cheek and then turned to face Jeremy, the good-for-nothing man that she married. The man whom Clara had showered kisses with was none other than Charles, a known millionaire in the city. He smirked with pride while buckling his belt and standing up to wrap his arms around Hailey. That infuriated Jeremy the more, noticing how she shivered in another man's arms. "I did all a man could ever do for his wife, don't you have any shame left in you?" Jeremy demanded angrily, veins bulging in his neck. He saw no need to hold the gifts that he had planned to give her so he smashed it on the floor angrily, the contents breaking into pieces. Hailey mockingly clapped her hands as she spotted the cheap wine brand on the broken bottle. "All these months I have stayed with you and there is nothing to show for it. My friends make fun of me because of your stinking broke-ass reputation. You can't do enough for me but Charles here buys me everything that I need. He gets me, Chane,l and, Louis, H, How much do you make a month? Don't you think that I deserve a better life for myself?" Hailey spat out her words in frustration, her eyes demanding answers. Her words felt like arrows in his chest and he staggered backward a little. He had always loved her and even though they had been married for a year, they never consummated their marriage. The doctors had advised her to take care of her health before having sex to conceive a child. Where did he go wrong? "I gave you my love Hailey! I might have not given you all that you desire but I made sure to give you my Love! But I got betrayed in return." Jeremy pointed his index finger at her furiously, ignoring Charles who was trying his best to get on his nerves by plastering a mocking smile on his face. "It's a good thing that my unborn child will not be fathered by you then. We wouldn't want to beg on the street!" She then turned to look at Charles, her eyes glistening with affection. "Charles is the father of our unborn child." Jeremy's breath caught in his throat as if all her words were not enough. She pierced him with a devastating word that went right through his heart.The words rang in his ears and he felt his eyes spinning."Pregnant?" He demanded, as he pushed back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.By now, Hailey and Charles had swiftly finished getting dressed and stepped out of the car.With her arms crossed, Hailey glared directly into Jeremy's eyes as she spoke, her voice sharp and unwavering, "Oh yes! Dear husband, I'm ten weeks gone and Charles here has been a good father, more than you ever will. Take a look at the first grade Channel bag that he got for me, you could never buy that with your life savings." She sneered derisively, her tone dripping with disgust."Hailey….""Don't shout at my woman! She's pregnant you fool!"He was harshly interrupted by Charles, prompting him to glare at the arrogant man who had taken his wife away, as he moved closer in a confrontational manner.Jeremy's voice remained composed as he questioned Charles, "What was that you said?" his breath brushing against Charles's face in the tense stando
Jeremy settled into the couch in his friend's modest apartment. While it wasn't the most spacious place, it had all the essentials. He'd rather stay anywhere, even here, than live with the woman he called his wife. She felt more like a stranger—or worse, a mistake. But he knew this arrangement couldn’t last; his friend would be back in a few days, and he’d have to figure out his next steps soon. Having only a few bucks left in his pocket, he didn't bother to think of what to eat for dinner, instead he sat in front of the little television and hoped to get sleepy sooner. Ding! His eyes turned to look at his phone, the bright light illuminating from it. The unannounced interruption had Jeremy silently questioning, "Who would have the audacity to intrude on my peace at this hour?" His mood was far from accommodating, given the recent challenges he had faced. With a sigh of resignation, Jeremy reached for his phone on the stool, reluctantly opening the message that had appeared
Jeremy stared into space, the weight of his life’s recent blows pressing heavily on him. Today, he had discovered his wife’s infidelity, found out she was pregnant, lost his home, and was fired from his job—all in a single day. The sadness in his heart was overwhelming. From his pocket, he took out a small box containing a necklace he’d bought for Hailey’s upcoming birthday. He had worked day and night to afford this $400 necklace, wanting her to feel cherished. Now, the irony made him sick, because of her, he had just lost his job and had his reputation had just been damaged. His hand trembled as he opened the box, looking at the delicate chain he had once thought would symbolize his love. He regretted ever buying her that necklace, he could have used that money for something practical—to chip away at his mounting debt, and now he has lost his job, his only source of living, but instead, he’d poured himself into a gift for someone who had thrown him away “Hailey, you will reg
"One, two, three... Eight, eight zeroes! One hundred million!" Jeremy'smouth slightly open as he checked the sender, confirming it was indeed the bank. The last message he received from this line was the debit alert he got after the transaction he did the previous day to buy the necklace for Hailey. Jeremy's heart began to beat fast. 'Oh my God! How could this be? I must be daydreaming! Or am I dead? Could this be some kind of advanced hacking technology?’ Different questions raced through his mind as he glazed at the phone. With trembling hands, Jeremy began pacing, occasionally glancing down at the screen as if the numbers would change. He hesitated before Finally dialing the bank’s customer service number. His hand shook as he pressed each digit, feeling like each second took an eternity. When the call connected, a sweet female voice chimed in, “Hello, how may I help you today?” Jeremy swallowed and tried not to sound so nervous. "Hello. Well, I want to check my ac
The park was as noisy as a market a second ago, but now, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the onlookers were too stunned to speak. They couldn't believe that the poorly dressed man in front of them was actually rich. "Are they acting in a movie?" someone broke the silence. What was happening looked like a movie scene, but he quickly dispelled that idea. Each of the cars in the convoy was worth about ten million dollars. Moreover, they had run the red lights all the way here, which was an offense. Ordinary people didn't dare to do that, fearing they would be arrested by the police. It was obvious that these people didn't give a damn about the traffic signals or the punishment for flouting them. All these pointed to one thing: this young man must be very important and wealthy. The onlooker put two and two together. Now, Jeremy was a little worried and shy. He had thought Stefan was going to come here in a low-key manner. He didn't expect him to bring this
As soon as they entered the suite, Stefan turned to Jeremy with a thoughtful gaze. “Young Master, you should freshen up first. I’m sure you’d want to look your best when you meet her.” Jeremy glanced down at his rumpled, dirt-streaked clothes, his cheeks warmed up with embarrassment. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I don’t exactly look the part right now.” Stefan gave him a reassuring nod. “I’ll make sure everything you need is sent to your room. In the meantime, I’ll go speak with Miss Zella and let her know you’ll meet with her soon.” Jeremy felt a strange sense of relief at the delay. He wasn’t ready to face Miss Zella just yet—whoever she was—and the idea of cleaning up sounded like a small gift. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and a hot shower and some food might give him the strength he needed to process everything. “Thank you,” he said softly, feeling oddly grateful for Stefan’s attention to detail. Stefan gave him a final nod and left the suite, leaving
"Young Master, this is Lady Vivan," Stefan introduced, forcing Jeremy to blink uncontrollably in awe. He couldn't believe he was standing in front of the reputable and wealthy Lady Vivan. He had heard some things about her but never believed he would see her in person. Actually, it was the first time he was seeing Lady Vivan, and the most shocking thing was that she addressed him as her son. Was she drunk? How could that be possible? Jeremy thought, but upon taking a close look at her, he looked away as her face became familiar. "Jeremy…my boy ..." "Er, sorry, ma'am, but I think there's a mistake here. I am not your boy. In fact, I don’t have parents. I guess there must be some mix-up. Pardon me, I thought Stefan was… I'll take my leave now." "You have to listen to me, Jeremy." Lady Vivan caught him by his arm, stopping him from leaving, tears dancing freely from her eyes. “No, my boy…you are my son, I know you are. You might not be able to recognize me, but I do remember you
Lady Vivan took a step back with her hands clasped together as she watched him. “I understand, Jeremy. Take all the time you need,” she nodded, understanding the turmoil he was facing. Jeremy backed away slowly, not daring to look back at her. The weight of the revelation crushed him with an intensity he had never felt before. Without another word, he turned and hurried out of the room. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to anchor himself to reality. But every time he opened them, the words from the report flashed in his mind: *99.9% match.* “What do I do with this?” he muttered to himself, his hands trembled as he gripped the paper. He wasn’t feeling happy despite discovering he was the son of a wealthy family. His mind was clouded with the betrayal of his wife, the shocking confession of his real mother, and the struggle to accept the truth because he thought his real mother was dead. He stumbled down the street, He needed something to numb the chaos inside hi