Pregnant I Took a Bar Job and Heard My Husband Say He Gave Me 400000 Monthly Chapter 10

Pregnant I Took a Bar Job and Heard My Husband Say He Gave Me 400000 Monthly Chapter 10

The moment Mrs Stone saw me, she rose and hurried over.

“Madison, please give Jessica another chance.”

“She knows what she did was wrong. We’ll sell the properties and do everything we can to pay the money back. If you’re willing to settle, we can discuss whatever terms you want.”

I turned to Patricia.

A perfectly composed smile remained on her face.

“Jessica did work for the company for three years. Of course she has to answer for what she did, but if this goes to a public trial, it’ll damage the group’s reputation and could affect our upcoming financing round.”

“You’re pregnant as well. Rather than let the media keep hounding you both, perhaps you should at least hear

what the lawyers are proposing for a civil settlement.”

I finally understood.

This dinner had never been about showing concern for me.

She only wanted me to solve a problem for the Harrison family’s company.

“Do you know what Jessica did to me over the past year?”

“If you don’t, perhaps you should ask your son before talking to me about a settlement.”

The smile on Patricia’s face stiffened.

Mrs Stone began crying beside her.

“She had a momentary lapse in judgement. She cared too much about Blake, and that’s why she made such a

terrible mistake.”

I looked at her coldly.

“Does caring about someone give her the right to divert funds from his company, deliberately leave his wife to go hungry, and then act as though she was entitled to do all of it?”

I steadied my breathing and rose from my seat.

“I won’t ask the prosecution to drop the case, and I won’t hide evidence for her. Let the law take its course.”

Then I turned back to Patricia.

“If you think me standing up for myself will damage the Harrison family’s image, I can end the marriage.

That way, the group’s public relations team won’t have to worry about me anymore.”

Patricia’s expression changed visibly.

I didn’t stay to hear her explanation.

I picked up my bag and left the private dining room.

When I stepped outside the restaurant, Blake’s car was parked by the curb.

He was leaning against the door, waiting for me.

The moment he saw me, he strode over.

“I’ve already spoken to my father.”

“If my mother keeps interfering in your decisions, I’ll step down from my position at the group and start my

own company.”

“From now on, neither she nor anyone else gets to make decisions for you.”

He paused before taking a document from his briefcase.

“I’ve had my lawyer draft a postnuptial agreement.”

“If I ever hide anything from you, betray you, or try to control your life again, most of my personal assets will be transferred into your name. You can have your own lawyer go through every clause. You don’t have to sign anything now.”

I looked at him but didn’t immediately take the document.

In that moment, I believed his regret was genuine.

But believing that someone truly regretted what they had done did not erase the past.

“Blake, forgiveness isn’t an agreement or a bank card.”

“You promised you’d look after me for the rest of my life. But that ‘forever’ you promised once felt so far

away.”

The light in his eyes slowly faded, but he still answered quietly, “I know.”

I walked past him without looking back.

It would take me a long time to decide whether I could forgive him.

But from now on, no one else would ever make decisions about my life for me again.