After 3 years without a child, my ex-husband dumped me, cut off support, and drove me out.

Chapter 6: The Offer

The old man said nothing.

Somehow, that silence felt kinder than sympathy.

Then he made me an offer so strange I almost laughed.

“I run a foundation,” he said. “Veterans. Orphans. Medical research. I need someone disciplined, discreet, and no longer afraid of losing anything.”

I stared at him.

“Take the position. Salary, housing, legal protection. In return, you stop thinking like a victim.”

A broken laugh escaped me.

“That’s your offer?”

“No.”

He opened another file.

“That is only the beginning.”

I looked down.

“You froze embryos three years ago before your first surgery,” he continued. “Adrian signed the consent forms, then buried the paperwork after learning the fertility issue was his.”

My breath caught.

“My embryos?”

“Your embryos,” he said. “Legally, they belong to you.” Continue Reading ⬇️

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