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My Infertile Husband's Betrayal

After securing ten-billion-dollar deals for her husband Harry Forger, a wife discovers his shocking infidelity with a college student named Claire. Despite his supposed infertility, Harry demands a divorce to marry his pregnant mistress. When she refuses to sign, Harry launches a ruthless vendetta, freezing her assets and orchestrating her imprisonment. The betrayal escalates to a life-threatening climax when he holds her ailing parents hostage to force her hand.
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Chapter 4

Unfortunately, I pushed beyond my limits and lost the baby.

I was afraid of hurting Harry, so I never told him the truth. I just said it was a stomach problem and bore the grief of losing our child alone.

Looking back now, it was my mistake to trust him.

Claire proudly rubbed her belly and looked at me.

“You saw how Harry listens to me now. As long as you agree to get me some seafood, I’ll approve your resignations immediately.

“Following the normal process would take at least a month. You wouldn’t want to spend an entire month carrying out janitorial work, would you?”

I accepted her offer. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

The core members of my team immediately had tears in their eyes.

Wayne grabbed my arm. “Ms. Wesley, don’t do it! They’re clearly trying to humiliate you!”

“Exactly!” Zach slammed his fist on the table. “They can try to make things difficult for us, but how can Mr. Forger treat you this way? It’s completely unfair. Don’t back down. At worst, it’s just a month of janitorial work!”

I shook my head.

“It’s fine. Consider it the final favor I do for this company.”

Four hours later, I was drenched from the rain. I returned to the villa with the seafood I’d bought, and I looked awful.

Claire was sitting on Harry’s lap in the living room.

Seeing me, she deliberately said, “Harry, look! She really went to get the seafood!”

Harry’s tense expression softened when he saw me. He reached for the takeout box.

“That's smart of you. Since you've brought it back, stay and eat with us.”

I ignored him and headed straight upstairs.

Harry’s displeased voice came from behind. “Anna, I’m talking to you!”

I opened the bedroom door and found that the room had been completely transformed. None of my things remained.

Winnie, our housekeeper, stood awkwardly in the corner with a box.

“Madam, Ms. Yates said she wants to stay in the master bedroom today, so we moved all your things to the garage.”

She trembled as she opened the box and revealed a broken watch inside.

“Ms. Yates smashed many of your precious belongings and threw them in the trash. I knew how much this watch meant to you, so I secretly retrieved it.”

I looked at it, and my eyes filled with tears.

That watch was a gift from Harry when we made our first major profit from the company. He had crossed the city in a blizzard to buy it for me.

That day, he was soaked and had scraped his knees, yet he smiled and said, “Anna, every year, I’ll get you something better. I will always love you.”

Later, things had gotten too busy in the company, and he had never gotten me anything else.

However, I had always cherished the sentiment behind that first gift.

“Thank you, Winnie,” I said before taking the watch and heading downstairs.

Harry’s expression instantly darkened when he saw me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m here to say goodbye.” I placed the broken watch in front of him.

“You can have this watch back. I’m giving back everything you ever gave me.”

“Anna!” He saw the broken watch and grabbed my wrist furiously.

“How dare you leave? Do you even know how many times I fell just to get this for you?!

“Even if I wronged you, how could you destroy it?” He asked through clenched jaws.

I looked past him to Claire.

“This was destroyed by your lover.”

Claire immediately teared up and whimpered.

“Anna, I know you’re mad I stole Harry from you, but you’re divorced now. Can you please just let me off the hook? Don’t falsely accuse me of doing it.”

“Falsely accuse you?” My gaze turned cold. “Why don't we ask Winnie who did it?”

Smack!