WTF! My Fiancé's Mistress Turned My Prize Horse into My Little Pony Right Before Kentucky Derby?！ - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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Twenty years of being a DINK couple, and my husband suddenly shows up at home with a pair of twins.
"Rowan, these are my children. They're twenty-two now, and we're getting up there in age too. It's time to hand the company over to them."
I stared at Cameron in shock. His eyes darted away from mine as he stammered about having kids being for my benefit, claiming it was all an accident.
Finally, he spat out, "If you won't agree to this, then we're getting divorced. We'll split the company fifty-fifty."
"It's not like you can take the company and shares with you to the grave anyway. You should be grateful I had the foresight to father these two kids!"
I didn't respond. Instead, I turned and dialed a number.
"Ms. Griffin, bring my three children over!"
The next day, Cameron's two kids were sitting at the breakfast table bright and early, waiting for me. They slid a stock transfer agreement across the table.
"Mrs. Sullivan, we're Dad's children, we should have inheritance rights."
"You're getting older too, and you don't have any biological children of your own. If you treat us well, we'll take care of you in your old age and see you through to the end."
Looking at faces that bore a striking resemblance to Cameron, I fixed my gaze directly on him.
Guilt flashed across his features. His eyes stayed glued to the table—anywhere but meeting mine.
Pulling this stunt right when the company's about to go public?
At this point, what didn't I understand?
"Cameron, what makes you think you deserve a piece of this company?"
"A pair of illegitimate kids—you think they're entitled to inherit Sullivan Corp?"
Since our wedding day, Cameron had claimed poor health as his excuse for never working a single day.
He was either off on so-called "business trips" that were really vacations, or jetting off overseas for fun.
It was me burning the midnight oil, building Sullivan Corp from the ground up with my own sweat and blood.
The four of us sat around the breakfast table in suffocating silence until the boy spoke up.
"Mrs. Sullivan, since you won't accept us, we're not gonna force you to acknowledge us as family. We just want what Dad's entitled to."
The girl chimed in too.
"Legally speaking, we can't inherit your assets directly, but once Dad divorces you, we'll still get half, won't we? You might as well be the bigger person here and officially recognize us. Let us inherit the company, and for Dad's sake, we promise not to kick you out when you're old and gray."
Through all their pointed looks and scheming, I just sat there with a cold smile, saying nothing.
They'd been lying low for twenty-two years, and now they had the balls to show up brazenly in my home.
They'd obviously done their legal homework and timed this perfectly.
If we divorced, Cameron really would walk away with half my assets.
Forget the IPO—all my initial investments would go down the drain too.
What a brilliant, vicious scheme.
"Rowan, these are my children. They're twenty-two now, and we're getting up there in age too. It's time to hand the company over to them."
I stared at Cameron in shock. His eyes darted away from mine as he stammered about having kids being for my benefit, claiming it was all an accident.
Finally, he spat out, "If you won't agree to this, then we're getting divorced. We'll split the company fifty-fifty."
"It's not like you can take the company and shares with you to the grave anyway. You should be grateful I had the foresight to father these two kids!"
I didn't respond. Instead, I turned and dialed a number.
"Ms. Griffin, bring my three children over!"
The next day, Cameron's two kids were sitting at the breakfast table bright and early, waiting for me. They slid a stock transfer agreement across the table.
"Mrs. Sullivan, we're Dad's children, we should have inheritance rights."
"You're getting older too, and you don't have any biological children of your own. If you treat us well, we'll take care of you in your old age and see you through to the end."
Looking at faces that bore a striking resemblance to Cameron, I fixed my gaze directly on him.
Guilt flashed across his features. His eyes stayed glued to the table—anywhere but meeting mine.
Pulling this stunt right when the company's about to go public?
At this point, what didn't I understand?
"Cameron, what makes you think you deserve a piece of this company?"
"A pair of illegitimate kids—you think they're entitled to inherit Sullivan Corp?"
Since our wedding day, Cameron had claimed poor health as his excuse for never working a single day.
He was either off on so-called "business trips" that were really vacations, or jetting off overseas for fun.
It was me burning the midnight oil, building Sullivan Corp from the ground up with my own sweat and blood.
The four of us sat around the breakfast table in suffocating silence until the boy spoke up.
"Mrs. Sullivan, since you won't accept us, we're not gonna force you to acknowledge us as family. We just want what Dad's entitled to."
The girl chimed in too.
"Legally speaking, we can't inherit your assets directly, but once Dad divorces you, we'll still get half, won't we? You might as well be the bigger person here and officially recognize us. Let us inherit the company, and for Dad's sake, we promise not to kick you out when you're old and gray."
Through all their pointed looks and scheming, I just sat there with a cold smile, saying nothing.
They'd been lying low for twenty-two years, and now they had the balls to show up brazenly in my home.
They'd obviously done their legal homework and timed this perfectly.
If we divorced, Cameron really would walk away with half my assets.
Forget the IPO—all my initial investments would go down the drain too.
What a brilliant, vicious scheme.
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