After Knowing I Was Infertile My Husband Dumped Me novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The next day, Winston brought me to the company.

No one mentioned what had happened yesterday. Not him, not his parents, not even Kiara. It was as if the entire house had entered a strange, collective silence.

I frowned. “Why did you bring me here? I already signed the share transfer. The company is yours now—I’m done with it.”

Winston smiled and crouched down in front of my wheelchair, speaking at eye level.

“I know you did it with good intentions. I overreacted yesterday. But since we’re married, I’ve decided to believe in you. My mother said she’ll contact a doctor to take a look at your condition. Maybe the hospital misdiagnosed you.”

“Today, I just wanted to show you the company—to let you see how I’m handling it.”

I nodded, forcing a faint smile.

He had a meeting to attend, so he let me wander the company on my own. I hadn’t been here in over a month. Despite everything, a strange sense of nostalgia clung to me.

But I knew—soon, this place would change completely.

As I passed by the pantry, I overheard hushed voices.

“Did you hear? President Reynolds gave all her shares to Mr. Flemming because she can’t have kids. Apparently, she was really promiscuous before marriage and had multiple abortions. Now she’s infertile and handed the company over as compensation. Otherwise, she would have been dumped ages ago.”

“No way! She always looked so proper. Ugh, disgusting. Doesn’t she know how dangerous that is?”

“I also heard her mother died the same way—had an affair, got caught by her husband, and killed herself.”

I froze in place.

My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

They... were talking about my mother.

The truth was, when I was ten, my father had been the one who cheated. My mother had fallen into depression, and eventually jumped to her death.

One month after she died, that woman moved in with her five-year-old daughter—Kiara.

And now, these people were spreading filthy rumors about both of us.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved the door open with burning eyes, and stared directly at the three employees.

Their expressions were priceless—shock, guilt, and panicked. They avoided my eyes and scrambled toward the exit.

“Stop right there!” I shouted. “Who told you all that nonsense?”

“I—I’m sorry, President Reynolds. We didn’t mean to. I can’t remember who said it... I swear.”

“M-me neither... I forgot too.”

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