And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 82

I’ve only got one mama. Well, I need some rest. I’ve got a big day tomorrow. Bainbridge is taking me to pick out an engagement ring.”

She set her glass down on the coffee table, hips swaying in high heels as she ascended the staircase.

Gemma clenched her jaw, her body trembling with unrelenting anger.

Vivien’s words had cut deep, stripping her bare.

It reminded her of Herman’s endless schmoozing, the scent of perfume clinging to his suit, the lipstick stains that weren’t hers but trophies from other women. If she, a divorcee, had managed to climb this high, those young, pretty mistresses certainly had their sights set on her spot!

A son! She needed a son to secure her position!

Snatching up her phone, she dialed the private investigator’s number. “I’m adding another hundred grand! Find Enoch, get me Enoch, and I’ll pay you half a million once you get it done!” Her voice was a near roar.

Gemma knew her difficulties with childbirth. Having her first child had taken a toll on her body. Even Gwendolyn was…

If someone could cure her, she’d pay any price!

She swallowed her bitterness, letting it fuel her hatred. She would have a son, no matter what!

lunch break at the

stepped out of the hospital and headed straight for the

wanted to save up to

the jewelry counter, her eyes were instantly drawn to a

and diamond cufflinks.

I want to take a look

the saleswoman said, donning white gloves to place the cufflinks on a velvet tray carefully. “You have exquisite taste.

Eighteen thousand.

made Gwendolyn wince.

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her lip and said, “I’ll take them. Could you gift–wrap them for me,

culmination of

are,” the saleswoman said, handing her a beautifully wrapped box with a ribbon… Thank you.” Gwendolyn took the box, but as she turned to leave, a

Not her, again!

in a figure–hugging dress with a wool coat over her shoulders, Vivien sneered, “Eighteen thousand, huh?

“Gift from Bainbridge. He said I could pick any ring in the store. Do you

calthy

face turned cold. “So, Bainbridge is that wealthy? Losing 20% of

there to be gloating? The Chadwick family will belong to Bainbridge soon. With Waldo around, Howard won’t last…” Vivien realized she had slipped up and abruptly stopped.