Ah! Mrs Gates, you're glowing. Your husband is taking good care of you. You keep getting more beautiful by the day.” “Of course, Mr Clinton loves his wife the most. Can't you see how in love they are? Do you think he would let her do something as stressful as working?” “That's true. I wish I were in her shoes. A perfect billionaire housewife with a doting husband who worships her. The last time he bought Star of the Sea at the auction, I immediately knew that his love for her was unlimited,” another high-class woman chimed as I passed by them. I halted in my tracks. Star of the Sea? How come I can't remember him giving it to me? Before I could process everything, another figure stepped in. A figure that I dread mentioning her name. Yeah, it was her. Louisa Carter, my husband’s childhood sweetheart. The woman whose existence threatens to tear my marriage apart. “How does it feel to be divorcing the man you love? Why didn't you tell those silly women the truth— that you're nothing to Clinton? You're just trash, not worth mentioning.” She hissed. I looked up at her the moment I heard divorce. Clinton has not told our family yet and even ordered me to keep it a secret. How did she know? “Mrs Gates? What a joke!” she continued. You're just sitting on an empty shell. His heart, his body, his wealth, his company, they all belong to me. You have nothing except the name. ******* Everyone in the city assumed Joanna was the precious wife of Clinton Gates because of how boastful he was of her. What they didn’t know was that all he did was just a public stunt until Joanna boldly threw divorce papers in his face.
View More097JOANA'S POVI didn’t knock. Opening the door, I made the wood surface strike the wall before me. Clinton stared up with a surprised expression when I entered his study space, where he sat with his pen suspended midair while his forehead was slightly lifted.“Joana,” he started, voice soft.But I wasn’t here to be soft.I threatened that I would leave the house along with my children before sunset unless he took appropriate action in that instant.“I will come back to my home base to assemble enough strengths which will defeat your grandfather's ambitions by interning them permanently.”The troubled look in his eyes grew apparent as he failed to discuss whatever burden rested on him.“I warned you, didn’t I? I vow to leave the house with my children because I refused to let my children be under that man's influence. A lawyer now resides in this house, preparing something that God only knows about.”Clinton ended his writing and rested back in the chair to speak his words.“What's g
096 JOANA’S POV What was she doing here? Why was she back so quickly? Why did she sound so scared? The moment I realized Ciara returned, I rushed quickly to the hallway. The beating of my heart sounded like a weapon, and my breathing became hectic. Something bad had happened. My babies. God, not my babies. “Ciara—what are you back so soon?” I demanded over my shoulder as I tore past startled staff. “Where are they? What happened to my babies?” She chased after me. “I—I don’t know the details! I just saw a man in a suit with Mr. Gates. They were talking about custody. Legal stuff. I thought—” I didn’t let her finish. When I arrived at the private study door, Caleb already stood ready nearby. His face showed sadness, yet his stance remained too easy for someone charged with protecting his missing family. I skidded to a halt. “Caleb! Where are they? Where are Japheth, Jake, and Mirabel at this moment?!" He rapidly extended his arm forward as he walked closer. “The
095JOANA'S POV“You want me to close my business so Anita here can come save the day?” I spat, jabbing a finger in Anita’s direction. “So she can wear the crown and play the heroine while I fade into the background with the kids like some charity case?”“Joana!” Clinton rose beside me. “Stop.”But I couldn’t. Not when the truth was bursting at the seams.“You people think I’m a puppet you can position wherever it suits your legacy. But I’m not your pawn. And I will not sacrifice what I’ve built so Anita can be the family’s golden girl.”“I never asked for that,” Anita said, voice suddenly quiet.“Didn’t you?” I said coldly. “Then why have you been sniffing around Clinton? Why paint a portrait of me without telling me? Why meet with someone in secret?”Her eyes widened—just for a second—but it was enough.Mr. Gates looked between us, eyes narrowing. “What meetings?”“Nothing,” Anita snapped quickly. “It’s nothing.”Clinton frowned. Caleb sat forward finally, voice low and measured. “J
094JOANA'S POV“I don’t love him anymore.”My words escaped immediately without going back.The words remained suspended between my mouth and Caleb's without finding a place to land.His eyes searched mine, desperate for truth, for something real to hold onto.But the moment those words dropped… I heard it.A sharp intake of breath—soft, but so distinct, it sliced through my skin like ice.I turned.Clinton stood in the hallway.His shirt was crumpled, eyes bloodshot but now wide open, sober and still as a statue. He had heard me. Every single word.My heart clenched, not because of guilt—but because of his face.Hurt. Raw. Silent devastation.His stare bothered me, although I made a conscious decision not to face them.Clinton’s eyes didn’t flinch. He gave up with a dark voice. “So that’s how it's going to be…”I made one step ahead without understanding my reason for talking.“Clinton—”The fake grin he gave me resembled more of a winsome face. “Don’t worry. You’ve said enough.”He
093JOANA'S POVClinton's body pushed me against the floor with more weight than I had anticipated.He carried physical tiredness beyond purely just being tired. His words remained in my mind as his speech became slower and more truthful. "I miss you," he said.He slouched against me, too weak to stand still from his drunken state, which paralyzed me for a moment.He needed help because I could not let him remain on the hallway floor unattended. Despite my mixed feelings toward him and sleepless nights suppressing my old emotions, I still cared enough to help him even though my emotions for him seemed to have faded.I grabbed his arm to rest it on my shoulder, then carefully assisted him to pass through the building without attracting undue attention.Clinton muttered to himself occasionally while also trying to move nearer as if fearing I would disappear if he stopped looking at me.The room stayed dark because he pulled closed the drawn curtains while the light produced small patche
092JOANA'S POVI marched straight up to her.“What the hell is that painting about?” I demanded, my voice colder than I intended. “Why am I in it?”She didn’t flinch. Not a blink. Not a twitch. Nothing.She ignored me completely as she passed by. “It’s nothing,” she said flatly.Our discussion grew tense as I confronted Anita. “You kept your painting of me public on display. Alone. Smiling like some prized possession. What the hell are you trying to pull?”But she merely gave me a placid smile. “Don’t overthink it, Joana. It’s just art.”Just art?We passed each other without any sign that our encounter had taken place earlier. My burning anger would not let me budge, but I stopped myself from talking. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.No, I’d get my answers another way.Later that day, I found Ciara in the east wing, cleaning the shelves.I pulled her aside. “Anything from her?.”She raised a brow. “Nothing in particular. Just…”Ciara scanned the hallway before answering in a hu
091 JOANA'S POV Heavy air surrounded us when we entered the Gates Estate through its gates. Everyone in the car maintained absolute silence instead of their typical conversation. Japheth sat in a tense posture beside me while he observed the entrance gates move like in a whodunit movie. Jake wore earbuds as he tapped his hands while Mirabel held her teddy bear for comfort because she felt her world had nothing else familiar. And me? I was trying not to overthink. The mansion came into full view, its stone walls almost glaring in the morning sunlight. Elegant, imposing, and far too big. A place that reeked of power and old money. The entrance was already met by Clinton, who wore a black shirt and trousers that fit him perfectly. He walked over and opened the car door. “Welcome.” I stepped out, nodding curtly. “Thanks.” The kids followed, eyes scanning the place like tourists arriving in a new country. Clinton crouched to Mirabel’s level and gave her a soft smile.
090 JOANA'S POV The ride home took longer than normal despite all the contrary conditions. Very few cars were on the road as the light approached dusk, making the sky calm. My hand stayed on the wheel as I terminated my path home without recognizing the turning points. Driving back home, Clinton's speech played repeatedly in my thoughts. “There isn’t much time…” The idea made me angry because my thoughts were leading me in this direction. I truly disliked both Caleb and him, agreeing with each other. Above all else, I disliked that taking this step could provide essential safety to the children. The heavy burden of my choice became too heavy to bear when I parked in front of the house. I just wanted to return home without creating a false impression of things having returned to ordinary. Because it wasn’t. Not anymore. The comforting smells of my house relaxed me when I entered quietly and shut the door. Peter worked at chopping vegetables while the children watc
089JOANA'S POVThe room remained totally quiet after I spoke.Clinton didn’t move. He stared at me without expression while folding his arms as if he expected more words. Nothing inside me wanted to speak any further. Life had taken its toll on me.He turned his body to face me and spoke his words without urgency.“There isn’t much time, Joana.”I looked up at him.“I’ve been buying time—delaying meetings, dodging questions, spinning stories for my grandfather. But it’s slipping through my fingers. He’s growing impatient.”I didn’t reply.Clinton took a step forward. “He has to respect the house rules since you stay with your children. This is my sole negotiating tool for now.”My breath caught. There it was again—the unspoken threat lingering behind every sentence. The sense that we were running out of options. And the terrifying truth was that Clinton might be right.Still, I didn’t answer him. I turned around and picked up my phone instead.“Who are you calling?” he asked.“Caleb.
001JOANA’S POV“I am indeed pregnant…” I whispered to myself as I stared at the two bold lines on each of the seven pregnancy test strips lying on the table. I decided to take a test this morning after struggling with incessant bouts of nausea and dizzy spells for the past three days.My heart leaped with joy as I scanned each of the strips for the umpteenth time this morning to make sure that I was seeing right. And that I wasn't having one of those dreams again. I couldn't help but imagine my husband’s reaction when he got to know I was finally carrying a treasure for him. My husband, Clinton Gates is a third-generation billionaire and the sole heir of Gates Group. Although he has been cold and indifferent to me, I have been fighting hard every day to fully win his heart. Despite his coldness towards me, never for once have I thought of giving up on our family. My hope for a change has been soaring even higher now that I was carrying his child. I couldn't help but let out...
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