At 35, Jaxton had matured, and his career was thriving. His thoughts were no longer those of an 18-year-old.
He needed an heir, someone to inherit his vast wealth, a child of his own blood.
This idea, vague at first, took root in his heart.
He needed a child, and I couldn't give it to him.
So, when that woman called me, I felt a sense of inevitability.
Jaxton's infidelity wasn't without warning signs. I had noticed his strange behavior more than once, but I always comforted myself, convincing myself not to overthink it. I was just deluding myself.
But the truth was, it was never me who was infertile.
It was Jaxton.
The doctor who examined us was my friend. When she found out about Jaxton's condition, she immediately came to me, asking delicately what I thought.
Shocked and hurt, I hesitated but finally asked her to keep it a secret and create a fake report.
I was so full of Jaxton at that time, fearing the blow he might suffer if he knew the truth. So, I took the blame for being unable to bear children.
Who would have thought that people's hearts were so unpredictable?
Wiping away the tears in the corner of my eyes, I silently began packing my things.
I might have a gentle and, frankly, timid personality, but when I made up my mind about something, I always followed through.
Jaxton had crossed my line, and I would never forgive someone who betrayed me.
The door was pounded so hard it seemed like it might break. I knew who it was, but I was in no mood to deal with her. I just continued packing.
"Open up! I know you're home! Louisa, you can't be so selfish. Jaxton finally has his own flesh and blood. If you have any conscience, you shouldn't object!"
Belinda had never liked me, and when she learned of my infertility, she was even more determined to get me away from her son.
Now that she had finally gotten her wish, she wouldn't allow me to ruin the birth of her grandson.
I had tolerated her bullying in the past because I loved Jaxton. But now that love was gone, what was she to me?
Dragging my suitcase, I opened the door and saw Belinda, her face contorted with anger. Before she could speak, I interrupted her.
"I will divorce Jaxton, but he's the one who's at fault. I won't settle for less than what's mine in the property division."