Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Book 3- Chapter 4

Back then, just because you said you didn't like children, I had three consecutive abortions. Not only did you not even visit the hospital, but you also insisted on sleeping with me the very next day after I was discharged. I was truly foolish and stupid. To please you, to satisfy you, I actually agreed.

Until I had a massive hemorrhage and permanently lost the ability to become a mother...

"Peter, what did you say? Who is your real father?"

Sebastian glared at him furiously.

"Peter!"

"Dad, I. I don't know what I just said... Mom. I. I misspoke.."

Peter looked at Sofia in bewilderment, dropped his phone, covered his mouth, and ran out.

"Sebastian, I promise you, I'll go kowtow to her right now!"

"Peter just said something wrong, he was just joking, please don't take it seriously..."

I watched Sofia look at Sebastian anxiously, her expression tense, as if facing a formidable enemy. The corners of my mouth curled slightly.

Sofia, how does this taste?

"Slap!"

A resounding slap landed on Sofia's face.

She knelt before Sebastian, begging for forgiveness, crying her heart out.

The scene before me made me feel dazed.

Sofia, you're having your day too? Weren't you always fearless, willing to do anything to achieve your goals? To think there would be a day when you'd be afraid?

How does it feel to kowtow to someone? You've never experienced the taste of kneeling down and begging someone, have you?

In my previous life, I knelt like this before the principal to beg for a chance for you to go to school.

I knelt like this before those thugs to beg them to spare you...

You've long forgotten all the things I did for you, haven't you?

Back then, you were my only family, and I was willing to die for you.

But what about you? Have you ever cherished my sacrifices even once?

When I was fifteen, Mom fell ill and died.

The same year, Dad left with another woman and never came back.

Al that was left was a drafty house and you, my sister Sofia, five years younger than me.

I had always been an excellent student, winning honors year after year.

But you, you were like a demon, born bad, fighting, dating early, smoking, drinking, committing all sorts of evils.

As the elder sister, I had to be like a mother. My sister was still young, she just didn't know better. I could only grit my teeth and plead with the principal time and again, cleaning up after you.

In my senior year of high school, you were suspended from school once again.

You had led a group fight at school, smoking and drinking, causing an extremely bad influence. The school was determined to expel you no matter what.

It was a scorching summer day. I, who had always been proud and aloof, knelt there at the door of the principal's office, burying my head like an ostrich, clinging to my last shred of pitiful self-esteem, all to ensure that my sister could continue her education. I knelt for an entire day, begging him to give you one more chance to return to school.

Perhaps the principal took pity on me, or perhaps I moved him.

He agreed to give you one last chance to return to school.

And the chance to go to school that I had begged so hard for you, you only maintained for two weeks...

Without the constraints of school, you became even more unrestrained, openly and shamelessly hanging out with those thugs every day.

Until they tried to force you to become a prostitute for money.

When you refused, they threatened to cut off your hands.

I ran to them like a madwoman, kneeling there begging them to spare you.

How could they let you off so easily? Seeing that I was just a young girl too, they surrounded me, their mouths full of filthy words, pawing at me...

I cried and begged them, kneeling down and clutching at their trouser legs. For your sake, I lost all my dignity.

These nightmarish scenes accompanied me at midnight until the day I died.

You cried out, "Sister, save me, sister save me."

Just for that one cry of "sister," I, barely eighteen at the time, mustered all the courage and strength of my life, grabbed a knife, and risked my life to snatch you away from them...

Lilly got the answer she wanted and immediately agreed that the funds would be transferred in the afternoon.

I winked at her, the corners of my mouth turning up slightly.

The next day, for the sake of her eldest son, Sofia obediently followed Lilly's requirements. Dressed all in black, without any accessories or jewelry, she knelt before Lilly's mother's grave and kowtowed three times with loud thuds.

"You don't know yet, do you? That project is now mine, and the shares are in my name too, having nothing to do with your son."

"From now on, I'm the company's major shareholder... and whether your eldest son can stay in the company depends entirely on my word."

I bent down and whispered in Sofia's ear, eager to tell her this good news.

"What? That's impossible!"

"Helen, how could Parker family's project possibly be given to an outsider like you? This is impossible!"

"Those shares were clearly said by the board to be given to Philip Parker!"

"You're just a girl! You'll eventually marry out! It's impossible for them to be given to you! Impossible!"

Her body suddenly stiffened, filled with terror.

Even the way she looked at me changed from previously looking down on me to now being full of panic.

Indeed, for such a large company, Sofia and Philip Parker didn't even have 0.1% of the shares. Naturally, she couldn't believe Sebastian would give the project to me.

But at a critical moment for the company's survival, choosing between saving the company and giving shares to his son or daughter, as a businessman, Sebastian naturally knew how to prioritize.

After all, this is the most basic professional ethics of a businessman.

Sofia, how could you have ever imagined that the project funds you exchanged for by enduring such humiliation would end up in my hands?

This is just the beginning.

Everything you and Sebastian have now was obtained at the cost of my life, Julia's life.

I will make you pay back that life!

I will stab you in the heart one knife at a time, watch you suffer unbearably, and then cut you into pieces!

"Girl? What's wrong with being a girl? When the company is about to collapse, whoever can save it is the boss!"

"By the way, who exactly is Peter's father?"

"Is he Sebastian's son?"

Iheard Sebastian's footsteps approaching from behind. I slightly narrowed my eyes and fixed my gaze on Sofia's pupils.

In an instant, she lost control and opened her mouth.

"Peter? Of course he's the Stewart family's son! Sebastian, that useless wretch, already had a son, yet he still wanted me to give birth. Fine, I'd give birth, but his own seed was no good. He ended up with you, a daughter, and then blamed me for being useless!" "If it weren't for his money, I wouldn't have wanted to marry such an old, impotent divorcee!"

"Stewart fell in love with me at first sight. It only took a couple of times, and I gave birth to a son, much better than that useless Sebastian..."

Speaking of her younger son, Sofia's face was full of pride.

It seems that even sons are treated differently.

I raised an eyebrow, standing directly in front of her, staring into her eyes without blinking.

I pressed further.

"Useless wretch? Hasn't he always been good to you? He's been good to Peter too, hasn't he..."

I heard Sebastian's footsteps stop behind me. I curled my lips slightly.

Sofia was still immersed in her own world, her voice growing louder.

"Stewart has been far better to me and my son than Sebastian ever was to us! Even though Stewart is dead now, he left a will.

As long as Peter turns eighteen, he can inherit 40% of the Stewart family's shares!"

"As for Sebastian, all he cares about is money. He's never cared about me and my son! He won't even give us a tiny bit of the company's shares!"

"Anyway, his health isn't good now. I'm just waiting for him to die too, and then both the Parker and Stewart family assets will be mine! Haha..." Sofia's calculations were truly impressive!

I retracted my gaze, turned to Sebastian with a smile, and strode towards the door.

I clearly saw the anger and hatred in Sebastian's eyes, his face twisted with shock, emanating waves of coldness.

A good show was about to begin.

As I walked out the door, I heard Sofia's screams and Sebastian's roars behind me.

They would never know how this secret, kept for over a decade, was suddenly revealed by Sofia herself.

The son Sebastian had treasured for over ten years turned out not to be his own flesh and blood.

He had been raising someone else's son all these years, and he had done quite a good job of it.