He Said Eating Shrimp Causes Infertility Then Told Me To Serve Him Like A Wife Chapter 09

He Said Eating Shrimp Causes Infertility Then Told Me To Serve Him Like A Wife Chapter 09

After I returned from the precinct yesterday, news about me somehow started trending online.

The headline was clear: #Billionaire heiress pregnant out of wedlock#

My father was furious and immediately ordered a full investigation.

In the end, they traced the IP address behind the post to our company.

Since there was a mole inside the company, we weren’t going to let it slide..

So my father and I decided to play along.

I just never expected the person behind it to be Grant.

He was an orphan.

When he was young, my parents had felt sorry for him and sponsored his education.

After he grew up and graduated, my father arranged for him to work at our company.

In public, my father acknowledged him as his son.

In private, I treated him like my real brother too.

But in the end, greed had swallowed him whole.

I never imagined Grant would be capable of something like this.

He used his status to bail Derek out, then tried to exploit the trauma Derek had caused me to force me into marrying him.

In his mind, a woman’s reputation mattered more than her life.

But he never expected that I was not someone who could be pushed around.

Once the truth came out, my father was so furious that he threw Grant out immediately.

As for Derek, he went right back into detention.

Half a month later, Derek got out.

He showed up outside Blake Enterprises headquarters with a banner and knelt there, begging for my forgiveness.

“Evelyn, please forgive me. After all, I’m the man you once loved. I love you.”

“Fine, I’ll let you eat shrimp from now on, okay? Please forgive me.”

Madison found him annoying and had security throw him out.

But less than ten minutes later, Derek came back again.

After he repeated this for an entire day, I called the police again.

But the police told me Derek was ill.

“He has a severe delusional disorder. This situation isn’t something we can fully control.”

I found it absurd. “So what? Just because he has a mental illness, I have to accept his harassment?”

“What kind of logic is that? If he’s mentally ill, send him where he belongs.”

I was not stingy.

I paid a hundred thousand dollars to have Derek committed to a psychiatric facility.

I heard his condition improved on the first day he went in.

Unfortunately for him, that kind of place did not release people easily.

The next time I heard news about him was three months later.

By then, I heard he had truly lost it and spent every day clutching his ass, wailing that it hurt.

When I received that news, I was sitting on a plane to Hawaii.

The view outside was endless and bright.

Naturally, so was my mood.

Madison sighed beside me. “I wonder how Grant is doing now.”

I smiled. “He went back to the life that was always supposed to be his.”

With nowhere else to go, Grant returned to his small hometown in rural Ohio.

Someone arranged a match for him, and now he was married.

I heard he worked three jobs to support his child.

For countless nights, my father quietly regretted ever helping Grant.

But I told him, “Some things are just fate.”

After all, when my father had helped him back then, no one could have known he would someday do something like this.

As for Derek Walsh, I had already let it go.

Life had to move forward.

And so did I.