Fiftieth Birthday

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he’d dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family’s land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell—the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I’ve suspended Hugh’s executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I’m just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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CHAPTER 1

MY BIRTHDAY GIFT

Sophia's POV

I slumped into the bed like a helpless orphan as soon as I placed Jaydon into his crib. Just one month into motherhood, but the stress was weighing me down like it's been two years of raising triplets. I was completely oblivious of the fact that I was still putting on sandals until I heard a dinge on my phone.

"Fuck! Can't someone rest for at least a minute?" I muttered angrily to myself as my peaceful sleep got disrupted by the call. Before my hand could reach the phone, the call had ended, and immediately, a message beep followed suit.

"Meet me at the Crescent Lounge, room 105, by 4:00 pm," the message read. It was from Frank.

I raised my eyes to the wall, and they met with the ticking clock, which was at the fourteenth hour already. Jaydon was sound asleep due to the high temperature he ran and excess cry he did since he was given the immunization.

Should I be happy or sad? Today is my twenty-fifth birthday, and the one person I was hoping to get a birthday wish from, expecting it to come along with unforgettable kisses, didn't even take a second look at my face before he left for work in the morning. Without hesitation, I called Frank's line to suggest an indoor celebration, due to Jaydon's health, but the phone rang till the end with no one picking up.

After trying relentlessly for five times, my faint smile faded, allowing my face to finally welcome a frown when I called for the sixth time and heard that the number was switched off.

"Well, I'm sure he's planning a surprise party for me," a convincing voice in me struck my thought, and I shrugged, dismissing every negative thought that was sprouting in my imagination.

I already knew that Frank can never forget my birthday! For the two years I've been with him, my birthday has always been an unforgettable day in our lives.

"Alice!" I screamed the nanny's name and gave her instructions on how to take care of Jaydon before I returned.

"Wow! You look really gorgeous, ma'am," the nanny complimented my dress with a smile, and I just imagined how Frank's eyes would be caught up at my seductive features once he sights me.

At exactly 3:50 pm, I was at the enormous building called the Crescent Lounge because I know how Frank hates it whenever someone is late to an appointment. I couldn't help myself from blushing at the first sight of the lounge, which one need not be told that only the elites can afford a meal in such a lounge, not to talk of a room. Well, that's one thing I love about Frank: he can spend even his last penny to put a smile on my face.

For more than fifteen minutes, I stood at the door and knocked without getting a response.

"What the hell is going on! Am I in the wrong room?" I muttered after a futile attempt to turn the doorknob of the silent room.

Drenched in disappointment after knocking for thirty minutes without getting any response, I turned to take my leave, but my steps were halted when I heard the loud sound of a door closing from inside, followed by the intensive laughter of two people.

At that moment, I knew I was in the wrong room, so I tried calling Frank to confirm the room number. Maybe he mistook a figure in the first message he sent to me, but his line was still switched off.

Taking a deep breath to relax my mind before leaving, my ears perked up when I heard the woman's scrupulous moans as the man slammed into her.

"Oh, I love that baby. Do it harder, Frank! Awww, I need it harder Frank!" The lady moaned.

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