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In the tense atmosphere, Cameron started scolding his kids.
"Adrian, Natasha, don't talk to Mrs. Sullivan like that. She doesn't have children of her own—of course she'll dote on you two."
Then he looked at me with feigned remorse.
"Honey, look, this is the situation we're in. Adrian and Natasha both graduated from prestigious schools, and they're filial and sensible. You need someone to carry on your legacy."
"As long as you give them the company, they'll be your children. They'll definitely take care of you in your old age."
I let out a bitter laugh.
My husband cheated on me and had illegitimate children, and now I'm supposed to thank him for giving me heirs?
Otherwise, I'd really end up homeless and picking through garbage when I got old.
After 20 years of marriage, was this what I got as my reward in the end?
I looked at them and asked the question that cut to the bone:
"Where's their real mother?"
Adrian's lips curved into a knowing smirk.
"Mrs. Sullivan, my mom's overseas and won't be coming back for now. She doesn't want to upset you."
I narrowed my eyes at this designer-clad punk.
After twenty years in the business world, I could see right through the mockery in his eyes.
He tilted his chin up arrogantly, looking at me with disdain.
"Mrs. Sullivan, at your age, don't make a scene over some lovey-dovey drama. It's embarrassing for someone your age."
This illegitimate brat had me completely figured out and was being this cocky about it.
I gave a cold laugh.
"Well, your real mom couldn't make you rich and successful, so she had you acknowledge me as your mother instead. That's not embarrassing?"
Cameron's face darkened, but before he could explode, Adrian slammed his hand on the table.
"Rowan Sullivan!"
Soup splashed onto my face, but I calmly looked at the three of them.
Cameron said disapprovingly, "Rowan, how can you talk about Sage like that? She gave up her career to raise two children at home. She's already made huge sacrifices, and now you're humiliating her in front of the kids."
Natasha, decked out in a Chanel suit, shot up from her chair and glared at me arrogantly.
"What's the point of running your mouth? My mom might not have made money, but she has Dad's love, and she has us. Once we get the company, she'll have everything."
"Anyone who disrespects my mom better watch out—my brother and I wouldn't mind breaking their legs and throwing them in the river to feed the fish."
Watching these two kids get all righteous and indignant, I thought to myself: even illegitimate children are this arrogant nowadays.
Cameron hurriedly tried to calm the kids down while patiently explaining to me, "Rowan, now you can see that these two are truly filial children. If you love them like a mother would, naturally they'll protect you the same way they protect their birth mother."
"Sage hasn't had it easy either. We just got drunk that one time and accidentally conceived. I wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, but she talked me out of it, promising it wouldn't affect our marriage. She said she'd raise the children herself."
"Rowan, please try to understand Sage's position. She's just softhearted—she couldn't bear to harm two innocent little lives. Without her, Adrian and Natasha wouldn't even have had a chance to be born..."
As Cameron spoke, his eyes actually reddened and his voice choked up.
Listening to his twisted logic, my heart was about to explode with rage.
I asked one final question:
"What exactly do you want?"
Cameron mumbled for a long time before squeaking out in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Sage has been overseas for over twenty years, and the kids are used to living with her. I want to give her the suburban villa. From now on, I'll spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with them, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays with you, and Sundays... well, I'll go wherever I feel like."
I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms, abandoning my last shred of hope.
"Since you want to have your family reunion with them, then let's get divorced."
"Adrian, Natasha, don't talk to Mrs. Sullivan like that. She doesn't have children of her own—of course she'll dote on you two."
Then he looked at me with feigned remorse.
"Honey, look, this is the situation we're in. Adrian and Natasha both graduated from prestigious schools, and they're filial and sensible. You need someone to carry on your legacy."
"As long as you give them the company, they'll be your children. They'll definitely take care of you in your old age."
I let out a bitter laugh.
My husband cheated on me and had illegitimate children, and now I'm supposed to thank him for giving me heirs?
Otherwise, I'd really end up homeless and picking through garbage when I got old.
After 20 years of marriage, was this what I got as my reward in the end?
I looked at them and asked the question that cut to the bone:
"Where's their real mother?"
Adrian's lips curved into a knowing smirk.
"Mrs. Sullivan, my mom's overseas and won't be coming back for now. She doesn't want to upset you."
I narrowed my eyes at this designer-clad punk.
After twenty years in the business world, I could see right through the mockery in his eyes.
He tilted his chin up arrogantly, looking at me with disdain.
"Mrs. Sullivan, at your age, don't make a scene over some lovey-dovey drama. It's embarrassing for someone your age."
This illegitimate brat had me completely figured out and was being this cocky about it.
I gave a cold laugh.
"Well, your real mom couldn't make you rich and successful, so she had you acknowledge me as your mother instead. That's not embarrassing?"
Cameron's face darkened, but before he could explode, Adrian slammed his hand on the table.
"Rowan Sullivan!"
Soup splashed onto my face, but I calmly looked at the three of them.
Cameron said disapprovingly, "Rowan, how can you talk about Sage like that? She gave up her career to raise two children at home. She's already made huge sacrifices, and now you're humiliating her in front of the kids."
Natasha, decked out in a Chanel suit, shot up from her chair and glared at me arrogantly.
"What's the point of running your mouth? My mom might not have made money, but she has Dad's love, and she has us. Once we get the company, she'll have everything."
"Anyone who disrespects my mom better watch out—my brother and I wouldn't mind breaking their legs and throwing them in the river to feed the fish."
Watching these two kids get all righteous and indignant, I thought to myself: even illegitimate children are this arrogant nowadays.
Cameron hurriedly tried to calm the kids down while patiently explaining to me, "Rowan, now you can see that these two are truly filial children. If you love them like a mother would, naturally they'll protect you the same way they protect their birth mother."
"Sage hasn't had it easy either. We just got drunk that one time and accidentally conceived. I wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, but she talked me out of it, promising it wouldn't affect our marriage. She said she'd raise the children herself."
"Rowan, please try to understand Sage's position. She's just softhearted—she couldn't bear to harm two innocent little lives. Without her, Adrian and Natasha wouldn't even have had a chance to be born..."
As Cameron spoke, his eyes actually reddened and his voice choked up.
Listening to his twisted logic, my heart was about to explode with rage.
I asked one final question:
"What exactly do you want?"
Cameron mumbled for a long time before squeaking out in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Sage has been overseas for over twenty years, and the kids are used to living with her. I want to give her the suburban villa. From now on, I'll spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with them, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays with you, and Sundays... well, I'll go wherever I feel like."
I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms, abandoning my last shred of hope.
"Since you want to have your family reunion with them, then let's get divorced."
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