My Ex Dumped Me, Then Found My Quadruplets

Because I couldn't give my husband Adrian a son, his secretary took my place. My motherinlaw offered me fifty million dollars in the divorce settlement. Vanessa already gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Stop getting in the way. I took the money without a word and moved overseas. No one knew I was nearly pregnant at the time. The doctor said it was quadruplets and told me to think it over. I didn't hesitate, I kept them. Two years later, I saw my exhusband's wedding livestream. The bride was none other than his secretary, Vanessa, so I sent a gift to the wedding venue. Four paternity test reports. And photos of my four kids. My exhusband's hands shook as he held the papers. The entire wedding fell into chaos. The check fell onto the marble floor. Margaret, my motherinlaw, looked at me like I was trash. Her voice was as mean and disgusted as ever. Ava, fifty million dollars. That should be enough to pay for your years in the Sterling family. Take the money and disappear as far as you can. Vanessa already gave birth to a healthy baby boy. There's. There is no place for you here anymore. Stop getting in the way. Fifty million dollars. So all my years of marriage and devotion were worth nothing more than this, a number used to measure my value and throw me out. Adrian was looking down at his phone. His profile looked especially ruthless under the light. I could even guess who was on the other side of the screen, his secretary Vanessa. She must be holding her newborn son and seeking his praise. Since Margaret spoke up, he hadn't glanced at me even once. For him, I was just a nobody waiting to be kicked out. All our years of love and vows were nothing but a joke now. A woman who couldn't give birth to a son was a sin. I slowly bent down and picked up the check. It didn't feel real when I touched it, they had prepared everything so carefully, I didn't speak, question or make a scene, I only walked over and signed my name on the last page.

After signing, I folded the check and placed it in my pocket. Then I turned and walked toward the suitcase by the door. The whole time, I made no extra sound. Only when I pulled the suitcase and opened the door did Adrian finally raise his head. Shall I have the driver take you? No need, Mr. Sterling. May the three of you live happily ever after. The door closed behind me, cutting me off from the place I once called home. Outside, it had started raining at some point. The cold rain and wind hit my face hard. I dragged my suitcase down the empty street. The rain blurred my vision and washed away the last bit of my ridiculous dignity. The whole world seemed covered by that curtain of rain, so heavy that I could barely breathe. I had been abandoned by my husband, by his family, by the love I once thought I could trust for the rest of my life. A sharp cramp suddenly tore through my lower belly.