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 standoff. He stood several inches above the man whom his wife had stooped so low for. Charles held a brave face, though he felt a little intimidated but he tried not to show it. He was about five feet tall with a stout- like figure but Jeremy was about six feet tall with a well chiseled chest. Who wouldn't be sacred of a man as well built as Jeremy? "You are a fool Jeremy, I'm still wondering how my baby girl could keep up with you for this long." Chalres said with raised chin, he grinned as he saw Jeremy move back, thinking to himself that he must have scared the life out of him. Unbeknownst to him, Jeremy definately wasn't in the mood to exchange words with someone like him, his main focus was on Hailey. How could he love a woman this much to not see through her lies? He had been blinded and deceived more times than he could count, yet it had never crossed his mind that she might one day betray him. "You are a fool Jeremy, I'm still wondering how my baby girl could keep up with you for this long." Charles said with raised chin, he grinned as he saw Jeremy move back, thinking to himself that he must have scared the life out of him. Unbeknownst to him, jeremy wasn't in the mood to exchange words with someone like him, his main focus was on Hailey. How could he love a woman this much to not see through her lies? He had been blinded and deceived multiple times than one and yet, he never for once had the thought that she could one day cheat on him. "How long has this been going on?" Jeremy asked, holding his breath as he waited for her response. He stood still, his jaw clenched as their gaze meant. There was no remorse or regret in her eyes, instead, she looked the happiest he had ever witnessed. "It is none of your business. I don't think I want to stand here talking to a lowlife like you. We have a date and it would be really sad to waste it on someone like you." She scrutinized his outfit, her face scrunching in disgust as she took in his second-hand faded clothes. "Yes, let's go babe. We can't afford to spend our precious moments with your husband." "Don't call him my husband, Charles. I'm ashamed to be seen with him. You have no idea how much I hate when people identify me as his wife. He has done nothing but bring me down time and time again. He is a curse!" Hailey spat with venom, making sure that her words hurt him. "Yup haha! Pardon me baby, I didn't know he is that useleeeess!" They both burst into laughter, giggling and smiling with disdain. Meanwhile, Jeremy had heard enough of their trash. He wouldn't waste his time with them anymore. He turned away and was about to leave when he heard her spat again,"It's not like you have the balls to ask for a divorce anyway. That would be the best gift you can ever give to me." With a smirk on his face, he turned back to look at them and they held their breaths, wondering what was amusing him all of a sudden. "I do want a divorce. It will be a shame to live under the same roof with a disgusting bitch like you! What good will it bring to my reputation? You have brought shame upon yourself and I would never want to be seen with a loose wife who can't control herself" Jeremy didn't bother hiding the way he really felt, he had made up his mind. It was obvious that Hailey wasn't worth his love or his attention. Upon hearing his words, Hailey couldn’t suppress her laughter. After all, her husband was a dependent, surviving solely on her income. He wouldn’t last a day without her, and she knew he couldn’t be serious. Moreover, without her renting their luxury apartment, he would have been homeless, reduced to living on the streets like the beggar he truly was. "Did I say something funny?" Jeremy raised his brow, he was half expecting her to plead with him but she was doing the complete opposite. "C'mon Jeremy, don't be stupid. You wouldn't even survive a day on the streets." Hailey taunted, she looked at Charles, urging him to interfere. Charles grasped the situation and stood confidently before speaking. "Instead of seeking a divorce, you should be pleading for a job at my company. Who knows? You might earn more than you ever have, even if it’s just as a cleaner." Hailey smirked, clearly pleased with his statement. She folded her arms and offered Jeremy a quick, dismissive wink. "Go on, kiss his feet. I'm sure that you wouldn't want this opportunity to pass you by." Hailey snorted as she stared at Jeremy. He was pretty handsome and attractive for a man but of what use was his beauty if he had no money? "I don't need your filthy money. Get ready to sign the divorce papers! I can't even stand the thought that you are bearing my last name. You keep displaying the highest level of shamelessness! " Jeremy said with gritted teeth, he tried his best to keep his cool even though he knew he was slowly losing his temper. "You will regret this! I will be waiting for you to crawl back to beg me." Hailey snapped angrily, in a desperate attempt to hide the nervousness that she felt. She knew that she was the one at fault and if her family were to find out then the punishment would be severe. Letting out a harsh breath, she walked towards the side of the car and opened the door angrily while Charles did the same. Jeremy didn't see any reason to stay in the parking lot anymore, he was going to get his belongings and leave the house for good. She had betrayed him and betrayal was one of the things he loathe.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
Jeremy woke up, squinting against the bright lights. His whole body ached, and a steady beep sounded nearby. As he tried to sit up, a nurse gently pushed him back down. She smiled warmly and adjusted his IV line. “Take it easy,” she said. “You had a rough night.” Jeremy rubbed his forehead, struggling to remember. “What... happened?” “You got into a fight,” she explained, her eyes sympathetic. “A woman stepped in and stopped it from getting worse. She’s the one who brought you here.” “A woman?” Jeremy repeated, confused. The nurse nodded. “She seemed really worried about you.” As she spoke, memories came flooding back. Just yesterday, his world had fallen apart: he had caught his wife, Hailey, cheating. To make it worse, she was pregnant—and not by him. He’d lost his job and his dignity, and his long-lost mother had suddenly shown up, claiming him as her son. It was too much for one day. Then he remembered the woman who had helped him last night. He wished he could at least than