I turned around and called the servants, telling them to get rid of all the wedding photos in the house.
A slight surprise showed on Ariella’s face, and she smiled. "Sister-in-law is really kind."
"Lorenzo, see how thoughtful your sister-in-law is. She’ll surely agree to my next request, right?"
Then I heard Lorenzo speak in a direct tone.
"Miguel is weak and gets cold easily. Our room faces the sun. Let sister-in-law and Miguel stay there together."
I didn’t think Lorenzo would say such words, asking me, a pregnant woman, to give up the room.
And Lorenzo had been ready for me to get angry, holding back many words.
But I agreed instead.
"Alright, but there are many of my things in the room. I’ll move them out first."
Before, I would have argued and refused to move, but now, since I’d be leaving in a few days, moving earlier or later made no difference.
Lorenzo almost said it wasn’t needed, but Ariella spoke first, "Then I really trouble you, sister-in-law."
Lorenzo had to hold back his thoughts. He moved closer, held my hand, and said in a low voice.
"Wife, three days later is the baby welcome party. I’ll make it special for the baby as compensation, alright?"
"I know."
I replied softly.
Then I started to arrange the bedside cabinet. Inside were my ID card and household register.
My belly suddenly ached. I stumbled without noticing, my hand pressed against the broken glass on the ground, and blood flowed out right away.
And Lorenzo had already gone with Ariella to pick up her child, Miguel, not noticing it at all.
After I became pregnant, my pain felt much stronger, and at this moment, it hurt so much that tears came down.
I couldn’t help remembering that, even when I bent down, Lorenzo would get very worried and wouldn’t let me do heavy or tiring work alone.
But once Ariella showed up, everything was put before her.
I pushed away the sadness in my heart, quietly packed my important things into my bag, and hid them well.
As for the rest, I let the servants throw everything away.
Even though none of them were worth bringing back to my wealthy family, I didn’t want to leave my things for Ariella to use.
Cars carried the items out one by one, and the house quickly became half empty.
My throat felt blocked, I bit the inside of my mouth, and my hand rested on my stomach, gently rubbing it.
"Baby."
I asked in a low voice, "If in the future Daddy and Mommy get a divorce, will you blame Mommy?"
The baby in my stomach moved once.
I already knew the answer in my heart.
After getting rid of the things, I went to the company by myself.
I started to check the shares, organize the projects, and divide the team and resources under me.
I wouldn’t take any of Lorenzo’s assets.
But this company was built by me and him from nothing, so I had to take the part that belonged to me.
After all, I didn’t want the mistress to benefit.
The assistant asked me, "President Bailey, do you want to take control of Stetson Mall?"
I paused and didn’t answer right away. Instead, I planned to go to Stetson Mall and take a look.
This mall, from design to building to later operation, was planned step by step by Lorenzo and me.
It held the years we built everything from nothing, and it was proof of our love and time together.
Even if we were going to divorce, I still felt reluctant about this mall. It was like my first child.
But when I reached the mall, I was stopped at the entrance.
The manager looked troubled.
"President Bailey, you can't go in. President Ortiz has reserved the whole mall today to celebrate Ms. Gray’s son’s birthday."
Reserved the whole place?
With a dark face, I pushed the manager aside and rushed to the fifteenth floor.
On the rooftop, inside the glass flower room I built for my future child, Lorenzo had already brought Ariella and her child there first.
The three of them looked peaceful and happy.
They really knew how to choose a place for a birthday.
I called the assistant in a cold voice and said, "I have to take Stetson Mall."
I wouldn’t let Lorenzo ruin what I built and use this place to please other women.
Over the next two days, I moved my focus away from Lorenzo, but he still stood out strongly.
Every day, after briefly greeting the baby, he would take Ariella and Miguel out to do live streaming.
Through the live stream, I saw him take the mother and child skiing, surfing, and shooting.
Two days of that life looked richer than spending a whole month with me.
I didn’t say anything. I blocked the live stream and continued preparing for the baby welcome party.
This was a newly popular event to welcome a baby. I had planned this day eight months earlier.
Even though the baby hadn’t been born yet, I didn’t want to break the promises I made to her.
On the day of the event, guests gathered around me, and words of congratulations came one after another.
Everything went well until the noise rose at the entrance.
Ariella led the child into the hall. She wore costly and refined clothes, and the boy named Miguel kept looking around.
The next moment, like a wild bullet, he suddenly rushed toward the beautiful cake in the center.
