Chapter 9
The Fitzwilliam family was rocked by a scandal so serious that Belinda herself went to
Colin’s estate.
There, the two mistresses were confronting each other with their entourages.
Clutching a medicine pouch, Anna sobbed, “My baby was two to three months ahead of yours. You actually tampered with my prenatal supplements because you were afraid I’d give birth to Colin’s son first! I treated you like a sister!”
Gianna snapped back, “Don’t act like you’re some saint! You slipped something into my tea! That’s what caused my miscarriage!”
Anna protested, “What are you talking about? That supplement came from Denise, and 1 took it too. Why would I ever try to hurt you?”
Belinda zeroed in on the key detail. “You both took the supplement from Denise?”
Without another word, she called the family doctor to examine the pills and the two
women.
After a quick but thorough check, the doctor turned to Belinda, his face grave.
“Mrs. Fitzwilliam, these aren’t ordinary supplements. They induce miscarriage. Even a small amount is dangerous.”
He glanced at the two women, then added, “They took enough to make it inevitable.”
Anna and Gianna stared at him in disbelief.
“That can’t be true…”
“Denise said they were high–end prenatal vitamins. She swore they’d boost our chances of having boys.”
Belinda slammed her hand on the table.
“Bring Denise here. Now!” she ordered her servants.
When Denise was brought in, she looked eerily calm.
“Yes, I gave them an abortion pill,” she admitted. “I can’t have a son. If you want a son, forget it. Colin doesn’t touch me. I won’t give birth. No one in this family will have children
but me!”
Anna’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted. Gianna, fiery and furious, grabbed a fruit knife from the table and lunged at Denise.
Servants rushed in to stop her, but not before Denise’s face was slashed, a deep, bleeding gash running down her cheek.
Belinda shouted, “Denise caused Colin’s children to die! She must pay with her life! Call the police and have her arrested!”
Meanwhile, Colin was supposed to be overseeing a construction project out of town, but had long forgotten his duties. The project manager, who’d been embezzling funds, had been living it up ever since Colin arrived, lost in a world of excess.
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Colin came back to Harbor City, telling his father everything was fine, the project solid, and the managers responsible.
But Charles had another report, detailing substandard materials, the stolen money, and most damningly, a record of $10 million in kickbacks funneled to Colin.
Auctioned jewelry and antiques, bought with stolen cash, had been brought back as hush
money.
At the bottom, witnesses and victims from the project had signed affidavits recounting their experiences.
Seeing the mountain of evidence before him, Charles was furious beyond words.
“You’re supposed to be the future of Fitzwilliam Enterprises, but you treat everything like a joke–wasting time on wine and women. If I hand the company to you, it’s finished,” Charles scolded.
My father’s team, collaborating with Oliver and Hunter, collected this evidence to trace the victims and document their stories.
No matter how much Charles loves Colin, what he did was unforgivable. Consequently, he was demoted, stripped of his shares, and excluded from management entirely.
When he came home, everything had fallen apart. His unborn twins were gone, and Denise was in police custody.
He visited her once.
“You vile woman! You killed my children,” Colin said, eyes burning. “I’m divorcing you.”
Denise met his gaze, no tears, no excuses–just a hollow calm.
“I thought marrying you would save me,” she said. “Turns out, it destroyed me.”
With a wolfish grin, she coldly informed him, “But I’m not afraid now. Your mistresses can’t have children. I ended their pregnancies myself, Colin. What I can’t have, no one else can.”
She laughed madly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. “I know you’ll divorce me, but it’s too late. I’m dying. Until then, I’m your wife. If you remarry, she’ll only be your second, just like your mother. I will always be the rightful Mrs. Fitzwilliam.”
Denise died soon after.
Colin was shattered. He fell into a deep depression, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and never returned to Fitzwilliam’s affairs.
The following year, the board unanimously appointed Oliver Fitzwilliam as Vice President. By the end of the year, Charles handed the entire company over to Oliver, who officially took the helm as CEO.
As for me, I stopped following the news from Harbor City.
I was pregnant and devoted myself fully to becoming a mother.
On the day our babies arrived, Hunter was in the nursery, carefully carving a wooden rocking horse by hand.
“Honey, our baby can’t wait to meet us,” I whispered, rubbing my nine–month belly with a
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Labor came that night. I pushed through the pain, and just as dawn broke, a pair of cries pierced the quiet.
When they wheeled me out of the delivery room, Hunter rushed to my side and pulled me into his arms.
“Honey, thank you for giving us a perfect pair,” he whispered, eyes shining. “We’ve got a boy and a girl.”
As I looked from my husband to the two newborns sleeping peacefully in the bassinet, a warmth blossomed deep within me.
This was everything I had ever dreamed of.
