My Sister Threw Away Her Fiancé Like Trash So I Married Him Instead Chapter 07

My Sister Threw Away Her Fiancé Like Trash So I Married Him Instead Chapter 07

The satisfaction on Aurora’s face dissolved instantly.

“You – you’re confusing him with someone else.” Her voice wobbled. “Why would you treat him like that?

He’s not an Aldrich.”

The estate manager straightened and spoke clearly.

“This entire property, every building, every square foot, belongs to Don Samuel.”

“Were you not aware?”

Samuel looked at her. “Miss West. Would you like me to produce the deed?”

“That’s impossible!” Aurora’s voice shot up. “You were broke – you had nothing-”

But Samuel’s posture, the way the staff moved around him, the way every person in the vicinity adjusted their

center of gravity toward him, all of it announced the same undeniable fact.

This man owned things. A lot of things.

The Aldrich parents’ faces went white. Theodore looked like he might actually faint.

Harrison recovered first.

He produced a smile that was painful to look at, something between flattery and panic.

“Samuel, this is all a misunderstanding. A huge one. I’ve always believed in you – why else would I have

approved Willow marrying you?”

The Aldrich parents shoved forward. “Samuel, listen to us – the mix-up with the DNA was out of our hands. But twenty-plus years of raising you, that was real. You’re still our son.”

“The Aldrich family is still your home.”

Samuel raised one hand.

Everyone shut up.

He turned to the estate manager.

“See them out.”

Aurora made one last lunge toward him, still trying. The staff pulled her back.

Quiet.

My palms were damp.

Samuel turned and found my face. “Satisfied?”

“What do you mean?”

“You used me to humiliate them. You knew they’d be here looking at property today.”

He made a short dry sound. “Your math is always running, Willow.”

Then he turned and walked away without another word.

I stood in front of that enormous estate, listening to the distant sound of Aurora sobbing and cursing, and let

myself smile genuinely, completely.

The pregnancy was harder than I expected.

Morning sickness, swelling, nights where sleep wouldn’t come.

Samuel set me up in the estate with the best nutritionist and doctor money could hire. But he was rarely

there himself.

The golden text said he had women. More than one.

I didn’t care.

Samuel

gave me a supplemental card with a high limit.

At first I stuck to necessities. Then I started testing.

First purchase: a coat in the low five figures. No reaction.

Second: a jewelry set. A few hundred thousand. Still nothing.

Third: I moved a million dollars in one transaction.

Samuel called.

“Willow. What are you doing.”

“Shopping.”

I kept my voice light. “Pregnant women need to keep their mood up.”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then he hung up.

He didn’t cancel the card.

I got bolder.

A little at a time, I moved money out.

Samuel had to know. He didn’t stop me.

In the seventh month he came home for dinner.

The table was quiet. Just the sound of silverware.

“How’s the baby?”

“Good.”

Another silence.

“The Aldrich and West families both went bankrupt.”

He said it out of nowhere.

My fork paused.

“Oh.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Should I be?”

Samuel looked at me for a long moment.

“Willow. Sometimes I genuinely can’t figure you out.”