Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 13

Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 13

My sudden fame sent Charles’s company stock up eight percent in a single day, with more gains to come. My unintended move nearly doubled his net worth. 

Just like that, I was standing right beside him, and he called me a business genius. 

Was it really that easy? So easy that I felt like he’d turned into a completely different person. 

Then, because life was going too well, people started stirring 

up trouble. 

Charlotte was almost six. And the comments around us got 

uglier. 

“Isn’t it time for a second child? How can a family like this survive without a son?” 

“He probably already has a kid with someone else. Kids born outside marriage have the same inheritance rights now. When that kid grows up and claims the fortune, the wife won’t have it so good.” 

“Poor thing. Not even a son.” 

I looked and looked and then laughed. Poor thing, me. Between what Charles gave me and my own investments, I was already worth over a hundred million dollars. 

My assets kept growing and making more money. The bar for “poor thing” was getting pretty high. 

In my last life, my sister had five children for him. Almost one 

a year. Every single one a C–section. 

She said it didn’t hurt. But I’d had one. Of course it hurt. 

So after Charlotte was born, I secretly took birth control pills, determined not to go through that again. 

Then one day, my pills disappeared. The vitamin C bottle they 

were hidden in now held actual vitamins. I searched 

everywhere. Nothing. 

For the first time, I panicked. 

Charles was in the shower. The sound of the water made my 

heart race. 

This time, he’d be home for two whole weeks. No pills. The 

risk was too high. 

I didn’t want to hurt my body. But how could I say no? Should I 

pretend to be sick? 

“Let’s use condoms,” he said. “The pill isn’t good for you.” 

Charles had already come out wrapped in a towel. I’d been so 

flustered I hadn’t even noticed the water stop. 

“Oh. Okay. Sure.” 

Maybe it was all the time apart. Maybe it was because I always 

treated him like a boss. Either way, there was never any real 

ease between us. 

He noticed my discomfort, frowned for a second, then let it go. Without a word, he turned off the light. 

Later, in the heat of the moment, he bit my earlobe, his voice shaking. “Why are you always so distant with me? Am I not good enough for you?” 

He was no kid. He was powerful and commanding in the outside world. But right then, he sounded as vulnerable as a 

little boy. 

And something in my chest just cracked open.