His Faked Infertility, My Sweet Revenge

f Surgery in the country. I built his career fr

our au pair a six-figure

s a poor single mother of five. But I saw her wearing my missing

conference, calling me a "worthless capit

s our secret pain. Now, he was using it to justify his affair with a

to the podium. I had my own presentation to share with the live-streamed global audienc

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ame I elevated from obscurity, just sat across from me at our marble

g shadows on his face. He looked earnest, his brow furrowe

d reasonable, as if he were discussing a minor stock purchase.

f the room. I kept my face a perfect, placid mask, the same one I wore i

, five kids, sick parents back home she's supporting. She told me today her ex-husband hasn't paid child su

ulemon leggings that hugged her curves and a simple white t-shirt that was just a little too tight. Her long, dark hair was piled messily on her head, tendrils escaping to frame a face that was always tilted

h, i

eated, my voice as cool and even as the pol

ull family health insurance. For her and her

king. It was a punch to the gut

ng. "I just want her to be stable. To feel

we could fire her and hire a new au pair. There are thousands of q

his eyes. "That's a cold way to look a

ted him softly. "And what you're proposing sounds l

he snapped, his voice rising. The mask o

s what i

nt I knew all too well. "Always so cynical, so suspicious. Can't you j

osition I helped you secure. Your salary is substantial, but it's not enough to hand out a hundred-th

nswer, because the answer was obvious: it w

lly mumbled, looking away. "

e, Damian. I'm a Pierce. We don't build empires on compa

st the floor. "Here's the deal. You have two options. You fire her b

p. "You'd divorce

m, the man I had once loved so fiercely I had defied my own family

e table. The silverware jumped. "You're just a cold-heart

gly. He had never spoken to me like th

fault. I shouldn't have burdened him with my problems." She looked up at Damian with pure, unadulterated adoration. "Dr. Hicks is th

from a niche anime Damian loved. The same pattern I' d seen on Casey' s phone case. I remembered the art prints in his study, a new acquisition he claimed he fo

with scorn. "You think I don't see it? Is it her looks? The way she plays the helpless victim? Or is

then back at me. In one swift, shocking movement, h

s voice a venomous whisper right next to my ear. "I have a zero sperm count. I