The Billionaire Husband’s Secret Vasectomy Chapter 2

He looked past me to my father.

“Dad, I don’t want this affecting the merger. Take Anna home and talk some sense into her.”

He then grabbed his car keys and strode out, calling his mother and the other guests with him. He was even kind enough to close the door behind him.

Instantly, my father’s roar was deafening.

“You ungrateful girl! Haven’t you embarrassed me enough? Now I have to take you home for a ‘talking to.’ How did the Welles family raise such a coarse, disrespectful person?”

I scoffed.

“Poor genetics, I suppose. I’m not just coarse, I’m selfish and cold-blooded, too.”

He married into my family and then kept a mistress and had secret children, driving his wife to suicide. I was only asking for a divorce. My father was clearly worse than me.

My father flew into a rage.

“Anna Welles, you are just as narrow-minded and foolish as your mother! Why can’t you just live a good life? Do you have to cause chaos just to feel satisfied?”

He glared at me, his voice icy and menacing.

“If you won’t think of yourself, think of Franklin. He’s in his senior year. He’s always been an honor student. You don’t want to force him to drop out of high school, do you?”

My shoulders slumped. I collapsed onto the sofa.

I couldn't gamble my younger brother's future against them. When our mother jumped, he was barely one year old. He was so tiny, just holding my hand and laughing with those clear eyes, having no idea he would never see her again.

Since he turned one, he’d been poisoned three times, bitten by a snake, had his ribs broken in a car accident, and almost suffocated from a severe allergic reaction. I had protected him through hell and back. How could I destroy his one chance at a future?

My father ultimately slammed the door shut and left.

When Damon returned late that night, he found me sitting on the floor, weeping and blurry-eyed from too much liquor. He said nothing, simply picking me up and moving me to the sofa, then taking a cloth to gently wipe my face.

He brought me a glass of lemon water and held me, feeding it to me, sip by sip.

For a brief, sharp moment, I was transported eighteen years back, to when our affection was true.

My mother had just died, and my father immediately moved his mistress in. They forced me to kneel and call her ‘Mother.’ I hid in the attic and cried until my throat was raw. Damon was the one who held me, wiping my face and feeding me water, just like this. He held me and told me he had me, that everything would be okay, and to trust him. The thirteen-year-old boy then knelt before his own father and begged for a shred of protection for me, strategically using the Welles family cooperation to prove my worth.

How could I not have loved that boy?

The brief, artificial warmth was shattered by a long, heavy sigh.

“Anna, I’m not leaving you. The twins were truly just an accident.”

I clung to his neck, my voice breaking.

“Damon, you know I can’t accept this. I won’t end up like my mother, struggling and suffering until I break.”

“Please, send them overseas. We can support them financially forever.”

“Why didn’t you make her get an abortion? Why didn’t you talk to me when you suddenly wanted a child?”

After a long, cold silence, Damon finally spoke, his tone utterly indifferent.

“The Carlisle-Welles merger grand opening is tomorrow. Prepare yourself. You must not be absent. It will only cause speculation.”

Watching his tall, unyielding frame walk away, my heart sank to the bottom of the ocean.

The next day, Damon sent over a gorgeous gown and the expensive Queen’s Chandelier necklace he had bought at auction. His secretary nervously watched me. I changed and applied a perfect, polished coat of makeup.

Damon was right. The business cooperation could not be destroyed. Franklin wasn't grown up yet. I still had a responsibility to reclaim everything my maternal grandfather left behind.