Gone for a Year, She's 8 Months Pregnant:The Hidden Billionaire's RevengeChapter 1
New Year's Eve.
I'd spent an entire year overseas, clawing open foreign markets for my father-in-law—exactly as I'd promised. Now I was back to deliver the good news in person.
What I found instead was my wife, her belly visibly swollen, perched on another man's lap.
Cynthia Pruitt flinched when she saw me. She started to pull away, but the man tightened his grip on her hand.
"It's okay, babe. I'm right here."
Then he turned to me with a lazy smile. "So you're Marcus Dickerson. Hate to break it to you, but it was the Henson family that opened those foreign markets for Uncle Walter. He's already agreed to let Cynthia be with me."
Before I could say a word, my father-in-law stepped out from the hallway. The look of undisguised contempt on Walter Pruitt's face could have curdled milk.
"Marcus, haven't you seen the news? I've already announced the alliance between Pruitt Corp and Henson Corp. You're not fit to be my son-in-law anymore. If you know what's good for you, you'll sign the divorce papers and get out of my daughter's life."
A sharp pain lanced through my chest. I looked at Cynthia. "Is that what you want too?"
She bit her lip hard enough to leave marks, as though steeling herself for what came next. "Marcus, my father's business survived because of Adam's family—the Hensons. And you... you were just making empty promises."
I laughed.
She had no idea that it was me who had saved Henson Corp from the brink of bankruptcy—on the sole condition that they support her father's business.
Without me, none of them were anything.
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"You piece of trash—don't tell me you think this is some kind of joke?"
Walter seemed thrown by my reaction. He'd expected rage, begging, maybe a scene. Instead, his surprise curdled into a sneer.
"You're nothing but a common laborer. The fact that I let you marry my daughter and stay for three years should be the crowning achievement of your miserable life. Now I'm giving you a chance to walk away with a shred of dignity. You should be thanking me."
A cold smile tugged at my lips.
What none of them knew was that I'd founded my own company long before I ever married Cynthia. But she'd always dreamed of a simple, quiet life—so I'd stepped back, handed the reins to people I trusted, and became the ordinary husband she wanted.