All Chapters of My Rented Husband is a Secret Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~Rosemary~I waved. “I get that every time, but he's not my son. He's my twin sister’s son.”The doctor tilted his head in confusion. “Are you sure about that? Because you and your sister have different blood types, which is uncommon for identical twins. But your blood type O+ is the same as the little boy’s.”“What do you mean?” I asked, sitting up on the bed. “My sister is also O+. She has been that all her life.”The doctor shook his head. “No, she's not. Her Rheus factor is negative. So that means that she couldn't possibly have had a Rheus-positive child. Pregnancies with different Rheus factors usually end in early miscarriages.”I couldn't believe my ears. What was going on? Is the doctor mistaken?“You are mistaken, doc. My sister carried her child to term. Her case might just be one of those—-”“Exceptions?” he completed, then shook his head. “I don't think so. Before each blood transfusion from relatives, we not only test for possible diseases or pregnancies. We also study

~Rosemary~I waved back weakly. “Hey, Susan! Yes, this is my husband—“Just as I was about to pull Gerald closer, his hand slipped off mine.“I gotta go.” Then he turned around and left.Standing in the hallway, I looked at his receding figure which disappeared within seconds. What’s wrong? Does he still not want to meet Susan? So much so that he would abandon me while I was weak?I took a deep breath and circled back to Susan. The woman was squinting now while Max didn’t even bother to hide his frown.“Where did he go?” Susan asked, craning her neck in the direction Gerald went. “I thought I would finally get the chance to see the man who snatched you away.”I smiled, walking up to her. “He didn’t snatch me, Susan. I was very much single when I married him.”“Were you really?” Max commented sarcastically. “If I remember correctly, our divorce wasn’t even a few days old before you married him.”“And does that make me any worse than you? Have you suddenly forgotten that you cheated on

~Gerald~“I was just about to come get you. I was wondering—" I paused, seeing Rosemary’s sad face.I got out of bed and rushed to her. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”She sniffed. “I just realized that I made a mistake that almost cost me the best thing that has ever happened to me in a long time.”“What do you mean? Is this about Henny?”She shook her head. “It’s about you. About us.”I exhaled. “You scared me there for a second.”Rosemary’s wet eyelashes fluttered. “I just looked at the surveillance footage from that night and it seems I was wrong. You didn’t let Amani in.”“I told you, didn’t I?”Walking away, I held my forehead. I didn’t want to talk about that night. Although I was sure I hadn’t slept with Amani, I was still angry at myself for not noticing that she was in my bed.More so, I was still a little mad at Rosemary.I know I act all good. But sometimes, I want my woman to trust me. I want her to give me a chance instead of believing that I was a cheat and betrayer

~Rosemary~Max frowned, putting down the bottle in his hand. “I didn’t order for any strippers, so why are you here?”“You didn’t have to,” I said, stepping into the light.In an instant, Max’s droopy eyes widened. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you even know how to find me?”I flipped my hair back. “I have my sources, Max. Besides, have you forgotten that I know you like the back of my hand?”He scoffed, then looked at me from head to toe. “What’s with all these?”I sat down beside him. Pushing down the vomit in my throat, I said, “Why? Do you like what you see?”For a brief moment, lust flashed across Max’s eyes. His gaze lingered on my cleavage before he looked back at my face. “What are you trying to do?”“What does it look like?” I stood up and picked up a glass. “I came here to have fun with you, silly.”“Is that so?”Backing him, I poured two glasses and dipped my coated index finger in one of them. Then, I turned around.“Here you go, handsome. Let’s drink together

~Gerald~“She has disappeared with him again! We were too late! She has stolen my baby!” Rosemary wailed as I tried to pull her up from the floor.One of the cops walked into the ward. “Miss, please calm down. We will do our best to find—““Excuse me, may I know what the noise is about?”I turned, only to see a nurse walking in with a confused frown. The other cop said to her, “We are here for Amani Smith. We believe her son was admitted in this ward.”The nurse nodded. “Yes, but he was discharged an hour ago.”“He was?” Rosemary jumped to her feet. “Who checked him out?”“His mother and grandmother.” The nurse looked at everyone one after the other. “Is anything the matter?”“Not at all,” said the first cop.He then turned to Rosemary. “It doesn’t seem like she stole him again. Do you have any idea where they could have taken him?”Rosemary wiped the tears on her face. “Yes.”Twenty minutes later, I halted the car in front of the Smith family’s mansion. I turned to Rosemary as she d