Six Years Of Afternoon Tea Bought Me The Truth About My Husband Chapter 09

Six Years Of Afternoon Tea Bought Me The Truth About My Husband Chapter 09

Callie and her husband came to see me. They said they were preparing to move back to their hometown.

Callie handed an old phone over to me. “Mrs. Moreau, there’s something else. My husband was afraid of getting into trouble before, so he secretly recorded a few conversations.”

I took the phone.

She whispered, “There’s one segment where your husband is talking to Norah in the car about the baby.”

I tapped to play it.

Andres’s voice came through the speaker. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t matter whose child it is.”

Norah asked, “But will your wife believe it?”

Andres laughed. “It doesn’t matter whether she believes it or not. My mom will force her. As long as she

signs it and the house and dividends are transferred under the child’s name, you’ll be secure.”

Norah said, “Then will you marry me in the future?”

“We’ll see.”

Norah grew upset, protesting, “You said you’d marry me.”

Andres grew impatient, snapping, “Enough. You get the money, I get my freedom. We both get what we want.”

The recording cut off there.

My palms went cold as I finished listening.

It wasn’t out of sadness it was pure disgust.

Callie looked at me cautiously, asking, “Are you okay?”

“Pretty good,” I said

She pushed the bank card back toward me “We can’t accept this money

I didn’t take it back ‘Keep it Go back and open a small shop

Callie’s eyes rimmed with tears “My husband said he’s sorry. He should have told you sooner

“He told me.”

“But it’s too late”

“It’s not late,” I said, looking down at the old phone. “It’s just right.”

I forwarded the audio recording to Andres.

He called me within five minutes.

I picked up.

He opened with, “How much do you want?”

“The agreement states everything very clearly,” I said.

“Do you absolutely have to drive me into a corner?”

“You’re a long way from being driven into a corner.”

He breathed heavily through the line. “Stevie, don’t push it too far.”

I smiled, asking, “And did you ever give me a way out?”

The other end went quiet for a very long time.

Then, his voice dropped lower. “Stevie, I was wrong.”

This was the first time he had ever admitted his fault.

Listening to it, I felt absolutely no emotional ripple.

“I was truly wrong. What happened with Norah was entirely my fault. Can we please not get a divorce? I can

send her away”

“What about the child?”

“It has nothing to do with me

“What about your mom?”

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“What about the company?”

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“I want the truth,” I said.

He bellowed, “The truth is that I can’t have kids! Are you satisfied now? I’m a man, and I’m being forced by you to admit to this kind of thing. Are you happy now?”

The front door wasn’t closed.

Lainey stood right at the entrance.

She had heard everything.

The insulated soup container in her hands slipped, crashing onto the floor.

Soup spilled everywhere.

Andres spun around, his expression freezing instantly.

Lainey’s lips trembled. “You knew all along?”

Andres said nothing.

Lainey raised her hand and slapped him across the face yet again. “You let me berate Stevie for six years?”

I watched her silently. This was exactly what I had been waiting for.

It wasn’t about making Andres bow his head. It was about letting Lainey hear the truth with her own ears.

The six years of suffering she owed me could never be glossed over by a simple excuse of a

Lainey didn’t curse at me again that day.

Sitting on the sofa, she looked like she had aged significantly.

After a long silence, she asked me, “Stevie, all these years, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I did say something,” I said.

Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

Yes.

I had spoken up.

Every single time she berated me, I had looked to Andres.

And he would always say, “My mother is getting older, just let her have her way.”

So I let her have her way.

I gave in so much that, in the end, they all assumed I had no temper at all.

Lainey lowered her head, murmuring, “I didn’t know.”

“You just didn’t want to know,” I replied.

She began to cry.

I didn’t offer her a tissue.

Andres stood nearby, anxiously running his fingers through his hair. “Haven’t we had enough? You’ve torn this whole family apart.”

Lainey snapped her head up. “Shut your mouth!”

Andres froze

Lainey glared at him. “You lied to me, you lied to her, and you lied to Norah And you still have the nerve to blame other people?”

Andres’s face flushed with shame “Mom, I’m your son’

“You are my son, but you’re also a bastard”

Hearing those words come out of her mouth actually surprised me.

She turned back to face me. “Stevie, I’m apologizing to you.”

I watched her.

She bent her waist.

It was a very slow, stiff bow.

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t tell her it was fine.

Because it wasn’t.

Andres ultimately signed the final, complete agreement.

The house went to me. Half of the company’s dividends went to me.

He issued a public statement admitting to his infidelity during the marriage, acknowledging his years of

concealing his fertility issues, and confirming that the child Norah was carrying had absolutely nothing to do

with him.

Once the statement was released, his reputation completely tanked.

The people who used to flatter him suddenly began acting like they barely knew him.

People at the company started calling him “Judge Moreau” behind his back-the guy who went around

certifying paternity for other people’s children.

Things weren’t any better for Norah.

She had originally intended to use the baby as a bargaining chip.

Now, that chip had blown up in her face.

She called Andres, demanding compensation.

Andres refused to pick up

So she rushed down to the company building to make a scene

When the security guards blocked her, she simply sat in the main lobby and wept

“You promised you’d give me a house! You promised you’d take care of the baby and me!”

Andres found himself trapped right at the elevator bank, his face turning a bruised shade of black