I Sterilized Myself for Him, Then Found His Twins - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Regina barely glanced at me when I walked in, grunting in acknowledgment before carelessly tossing my gift onto the pile like it was trash.
She'd never liked me. To her, I'd never been good enough for her son—just some worthless woman, as useless as a hen that couldn't lay eggs.
Meanwhile, Shalane handed Regina a pearl bracelet with that sickly-sweet smile of hers, and the old woman's face lit up like a Christmas tree. She slid it onto her wrist, admiring it with a grin.
"Oh, Shalane, you always know exactly what I love! Pearls just brighten my whole mood!"
Then she shot me a withering look.
"Not like some people, walking around like they're at a funeral. Even their gifts feel like bad luck."
Just then, Brent's grip on my hand loosened. The second he spotted the kids, he dropped me completely and rushed toward them.
"Galvin! Devin! Did you miss Daddy?"
He dropped to his knees and pulled them into a tight hug.
Shalane watched them with this soft, satisfied smile—like a wife admiring her husband and children. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she leaned in and kissed Brent's cheek.
He brushed a loose strand of hair from her temple, his voice gentle. "Was the flight exhausting? Were the boys well-behaved?"
Then, as if suddenly remembering his actual wife was still standing there, he cleared his throat, took the older boy's hand, and nudged him toward me.
"Camryn, this is Galvin. He's the big brother."
The kid was practically a carbon copy of Shalane, with only the faintest hint of Brent in his thin lips and almond-shaped eyes.
He took one look at me and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"You're ugly! Not even a little bit as pretty as my mom."
Then he turned back to Brent, tugging at his sleeve.
"Daddy, you promised me a big gift for my birthday. Where is it?"
Brent's mouth twitched at the rudeness, but he still answered patiently. "It's ready. But first, mind your manners—this is Aunt Camryn. Say hello."
The boy jutted his chin out, glaring at me defiantly.
"I know who you are. You're the shameless woman who stole my dad. We don't like you. Go away!"
Brent froze, caught off guard. He opened his mouth to scold him, but Shalane cut in with a light laugh.
"Brent, he's just a kid. Don't be too hard on him. He barely gets to see you—of course he's upset."
Guilt flashed across Brent's face. He crouched down, smoothing the boy's hair.
"Galvin, be good. Daddy's going to spend more time with you from now on, okay?"
Then, as if to prove it, he stood and clapped his hands. A line of servants appeared, each carrying an elaborately wrapped gift.
"Shalane, this is the villa I bought for you and the kids. No more going back to London." With a dramatic flourish, he lifted the first red silk cover—a property deed.
Then the second—a Rolls-Royce Cullinan key and registration.
And finally, the third—a custom black card with no spending limit.
I'd never seen Brent put this much thought into anything before. Jewelry, cars, their favorite meals—every detail meticulously planned.
What was supposed to be a birthday party had turned into a damn luxury exhibition.
Still smiling at Shalane and the kids, Brent nodded at the lawyer beside him.
The lawyer took the mic and cleared his throat.
"On behalf of Mr. Brent Ceppetelli, I hereby announce the following agreement: 40% of Ceppetelli Co.'s shares will be gifted to Galvin and Devin Ceppetelli. Additionally, 10% of Ceppetelli Co.'s shares will be granted to Miss Shalane Shepley. This agreement has been notarized and is effective immediately."
The room went dead silent.
Fifty percent of Ceppetelli Co.—billions of dollars—handed over just like that.
Then, all at once, the guests erupted into applause, swarming Shalane with congratulations.
I just stood there and laughed.
What a joke.
I gave this company twenty years of my life. Not once did Brent ever mention giving me shares.
But Shalane? He was so worried about her future, he made sure she got 10%—just in case.
The message couldn't be clearer.
Who he cared about. And who he didn't.
Finally, Brent turned to me, as if just remembering I existed.
"Camryn, don't overthink this. Giving shares to the boys is just to secure their future."
She'd never liked me. To her, I'd never been good enough for her son—just some worthless woman, as useless as a hen that couldn't lay eggs.
Meanwhile, Shalane handed Regina a pearl bracelet with that sickly-sweet smile of hers, and the old woman's face lit up like a Christmas tree. She slid it onto her wrist, admiring it with a grin.
"Oh, Shalane, you always know exactly what I love! Pearls just brighten my whole mood!"
Then she shot me a withering look.
"Not like some people, walking around like they're at a funeral. Even their gifts feel like bad luck."
Just then, Brent's grip on my hand loosened. The second he spotted the kids, he dropped me completely and rushed toward them.
"Galvin! Devin! Did you miss Daddy?"
He dropped to his knees and pulled them into a tight hug.
Shalane watched them with this soft, satisfied smile—like a wife admiring her husband and children. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she leaned in and kissed Brent's cheek.
He brushed a loose strand of hair from her temple, his voice gentle. "Was the flight exhausting? Were the boys well-behaved?"
Then, as if suddenly remembering his actual wife was still standing there, he cleared his throat, took the older boy's hand, and nudged him toward me.
"Camryn, this is Galvin. He's the big brother."
The kid was practically a carbon copy of Shalane, with only the faintest hint of Brent in his thin lips and almond-shaped eyes.
He took one look at me and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"You're ugly! Not even a little bit as pretty as my mom."
Then he turned back to Brent, tugging at his sleeve.
"Daddy, you promised me a big gift for my birthday. Where is it?"
Brent's mouth twitched at the rudeness, but he still answered patiently. "It's ready. But first, mind your manners—this is Aunt Camryn. Say hello."
The boy jutted his chin out, glaring at me defiantly.
"I know who you are. You're the shameless woman who stole my dad. We don't like you. Go away!"
Brent froze, caught off guard. He opened his mouth to scold him, but Shalane cut in with a light laugh.
"Brent, he's just a kid. Don't be too hard on him. He barely gets to see you—of course he's upset."
Guilt flashed across Brent's face. He crouched down, smoothing the boy's hair.
"Galvin, be good. Daddy's going to spend more time with you from now on, okay?"
Then, as if to prove it, he stood and clapped his hands. A line of servants appeared, each carrying an elaborately wrapped gift.
"Shalane, this is the villa I bought for you and the kids. No more going back to London." With a dramatic flourish, he lifted the first red silk cover—a property deed.
Then the second—a Rolls-Royce Cullinan key and registration.
And finally, the third—a custom black card with no spending limit.
I'd never seen Brent put this much thought into anything before. Jewelry, cars, their favorite meals—every detail meticulously planned.
What was supposed to be a birthday party had turned into a damn luxury exhibition.
Still smiling at Shalane and the kids, Brent nodded at the lawyer beside him.
The lawyer took the mic and cleared his throat.
"On behalf of Mr. Brent Ceppetelli, I hereby announce the following agreement: 40% of Ceppetelli Co.'s shares will be gifted to Galvin and Devin Ceppetelli. Additionally, 10% of Ceppetelli Co.'s shares will be granted to Miss Shalane Shepley. This agreement has been notarized and is effective immediately."
The room went dead silent.
Fifty percent of Ceppetelli Co.—billions of dollars—handed over just like that.
Then, all at once, the guests erupted into applause, swarming Shalane with congratulations.
I just stood there and laughed.
What a joke.
I gave this company twenty years of my life. Not once did Brent ever mention giving me shares.
But Shalane? He was so worried about her future, he made sure she got 10%—just in case.
The message couldn't be clearer.
Who he cared about. And who he didn't.
Finally, Brent turned to me, as if just remembering I existed.
"Camryn, don't overthink this. Giving shares to the boys is just to secure their future."
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