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At a five-star hotel, during the Frost Group's celebratory banquet.
In the restroom, I overheard a familiar voice,
"Genevieve, I only have a year left. Can't you just leave Cian alone? Can we try for a baby as soon as possible?"
Genevieve's sorrowful voice responded,
"Alright, Professor. We'll skip IVF; natural conception is faster anyway."
My mind went blank, and my body reacted before my thoughts could catch up. I burst out of the bathroom stall,
"Genevieve, you promised to start trying for a baby after the project was over. So this was your plan all along? To make me raise someone else's kid?"
Lorne looked up, his deep-set eyes behind his glasses betraying no emotion,
"What do you mean, 'someone else's kid'? Any child Genevieve and I have will rightfully bear my surname, no questions asked."
I turned to Genevieve in disbelief. She avoided my gaze and stammered an explanation:
"My mentor has terminal stomach cancer. Such an exceptional man without an heir – I just wanted to help fulfill his dying wish, to not waste his superior genes."
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at the woman I'd loved for a decade any longer.
"Genevieve, since you're so noble, I'll do you a favor. Let's get a divorce."

My Darling Gives Birth to Her Mentor's Child

She gave me a Volkswagen. When I first joined the Frost Group, I was financially strapped, so I drove a Volkswagen that cost just a hundred grand. I got used to it and never changed it.


The house she gave me was a four-bedroom apartment under her name. I thought it was enough to live in.


The shares she gave me were zero. I figured since Genevieve and I were married, what's hers is mine, so I never thought about asking for Frost Group's shares. A monthly salary of ten grand was enough to get by.


I didn't realize that shares weren't just shares, but also represented a kind of care and favoritism.


So, despite Lorne's lack of achievements, she snatched my accomplishments to give to him, along with twenty percent of the shares.


Love and indifference became crystal clear at that moment.


I was nothing more than a workhorse, willingly burying my head in the fields.


Chapter 6