I Sterilized Myself for Him, Then Found His Twins - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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"I messed up, Cammie. But I can't lose you."
In the end, Brent walked away with bloodshot eyes.
It wasn't that I didn't care. I'd just spent too many years losing myself in other people's expectations.
From now on, I wanted to build something for me—not as Brent's wife, not as the Ceppetellis' disappointing daughter-in-law. Just mine.
A week later, his father died. Brent handled everything alone.
Before the mourning period even ended, he signed over the company and most of its assets to me.
I stared at the staggering number in my bank account. I didn't refuse it—that money was always meant to be mine.
Then I turned around and donated every cent to an orphanage. Maybe no other kid would have to grow up like Dolly, lost and alone.
Later, I heard Shalane got ten years in prison. Her lover bailed on her, too.
Galvin and Devin became real orphans this time. They wound up in the system.
As for Brent? He vanished.
Some said he fled to France. Others muttered he'd been taken care of—permanently.
But I knew the truth.
In some nowhere town in the northwest, a little inn called Sweethearts' Sanctuary opened its doors. Two burly guys ran the place, but the owner never showed his face.
Rooms were dirt cheap—barely breaking even. Couples even got a discount.
I never visited. Never cared to.
My company was booming. As VP and acting CEO, I barely had time to breathe, let alone eat.
Two years later, we hit billions in revenue. I took my cut and bought a cozy villa with a garden. Dolly and I moved in.
She grew into a little firecracker, always scolding me for skipping meals or burning the midnight oil.
The decades that followed were hectic but peaceful.
I never looked back.
The past was just a faded dream. And like dust, it never settled into my new life.
(End)
In the end, Brent walked away with bloodshot eyes.
It wasn't that I didn't care. I'd just spent too many years losing myself in other people's expectations.
From now on, I wanted to build something for me—not as Brent's wife, not as the Ceppetellis' disappointing daughter-in-law. Just mine.
A week later, his father died. Brent handled everything alone.
Before the mourning period even ended, he signed over the company and most of its assets to me.
I stared at the staggering number in my bank account. I didn't refuse it—that money was always meant to be mine.
Then I turned around and donated every cent to an orphanage. Maybe no other kid would have to grow up like Dolly, lost and alone.
Later, I heard Shalane got ten years in prison. Her lover bailed on her, too.
Galvin and Devin became real orphans this time. They wound up in the system.
As for Brent? He vanished.
Some said he fled to France. Others muttered he'd been taken care of—permanently.
But I knew the truth.
In some nowhere town in the northwest, a little inn called Sweethearts' Sanctuary opened its doors. Two burly guys ran the place, but the owner never showed his face.
Rooms were dirt cheap—barely breaking even. Couples even got a discount.
I never visited. Never cared to.
My company was booming. As VP and acting CEO, I barely had time to breathe, let alone eat.
Two years later, we hit billions in revenue. I took my cut and bought a cozy villa with a garden. Dolly and I moved in.
She grew into a little firecracker, always scolding me for skipping meals or burning the midnight oil.
The decades that followed were hectic but peaceful.
I never looked back.
The past was just a faded dream. And like dust, it never settled into my new life.
(End)
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