Chapter Three
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Jacob’s POV
“Just a minute, Mr. Winfrey.”
The doctor’s voice was calm, too calm. He shuffled through his drawer, the faint clatter of papers echoing in the sterile white room.
Jacob sat stiffly on the chair, leg bouncing. The hum of the air conditioner and the ticking clock made the silence unbearable.
He hated hospitals. Hated waiting. Hated not being in control.
For months, he’d been feeling off—fatigued, weak—but he blamed it on stress. On Sheila’s coldness. On anything but himself. But when the symptoms didn’t fade, he quietly took tests. Secretly. No one, not even Elena, knew.
Now the doctor sat across from him, face heavy with something Jacob didn’t want to name.
“What’s wrong, Doc?” Jacob demanded. “Just say it.”
The doctor hesitated. “You’re not in danger, Mr. Winfrey. But I am curious—why did you stop your treatment with your wife?”
Jacob frowned. “Treatment? What are you talking about? Sheila doesn’t even come here anymore. And whatever she’s doing with her life, it’s none of my concern.”
The doctor sighed. “That’s… strange. Mrs. Winfrey insisted on bringing your prescriptions months ago. She told me she’d make sure you followed through.”
Jacob blinked. A memory flashed—Sheila handing him pills, telling him they were for his health. He’d scoffed, tossed them aside. What did she know? She was the problem, not him.
He forced a laugh. “She’s not my wife anymore. I’ll be coming with Elena from now on. She’s pregnant—with my child.”
The pen slipped from the doctor’s fingers, hitting the desk with a sharp click.
His expression turned grave. “Elena? Pregnant? With your child?”
Jacob smirked. “Yes. Unlike Sheila, Elena can actually give me a family.”
The doctor’s eyes softened—pity, not respect. “Mr. Winfrey,” he said quietly, “that’s not possible.”
Jacob froze. “What?”
The doctor opened a file and pushed it across the table. “You’re infertile. Your results confirmed it. There’s no possibility of you fathering a child. I explained this to Mrs. Winfrey months ago. She was supposed to bring you back for follow-ups.”
The word infertile burned through his chest like acid.
“That’s… that’s a lie,” he choked out. “My girlfriend is pregnant. She’s carrying my baby.”
The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry. The tests are conclusive. You didn’t take your medication, did you? Mrs. Winfrey tried to protect you. She begged me not to tell you until you were ready.”
Jacob’s world spun. Elena’s pregnancy. The smiles. The arrogance. The whispers.
It wasn’t his child.
He stood abruptly, knocking the chair backward. “That woman—she knew!” he hissed. “She knew all along!”
The doctor called after him, but Jacob was already gone—rage thundering in his chest.
Sheila’s POV
Across town, I sat in Mr. Allison’s office, sunlight streaming through the wide windows. The scent of polished wood and coffee filled the air.
Mr. Allison looked up from a stack of documents and smiled. “You’ve come a long way, Mrs. Winfrey. I told you love shouldn’t blind you to the law.”
I nodded, my tone steady. “You saved me back then. If I’d signed those transfer papers to Jacob, I’d have nothing left.”
Five years ago, I’d been naïve—ready to hand him everything. My company, my assets, even my name. Mr. Allison had stopped me just in time, setting up a safety clause that kept my empire under my name.
And now… that decision was saving me.
“I want a divorce,” I said.
Mr. Allison didn’t look surprised. “Already prepared.” He slid the papers toward me. “All that’s left is your signature.”
I picked up the pen, the weight of it familiar and final. My hand didn’t shake this time. I signed with a calm heart and a quiet smile.
“It’s done,” I whispered.
Mr. Allison nodded approvingly. “A clean break. You’ll come out of this stronger.”
I rose, shook his hand, and left his office with my head high.
Outside, my phone buzzed—multiple missed calls from home. I ignored them.
When I arrived, shouting echoed through the hallway. Jacob’s voice. Elena’s voice. Perfect.
I walked to the doorway of their bedroom—the one that used to be mine. The door was wide open, and chaos painted the scene.
Jacob stood in front of Elena, face twisted with fury. “Whose child is it, huh?!” he shouted. “Who’s the father, you lying w***e?”
Elena crossed her arms, completely unfazed. “What does it matter? You couldn’t give me one anyway.”
Jacob’s face went white. “You lied to me—”
“I didn’t lie,” Elena cut in coolly. “You just believed what you wanted to believe.”
I leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the show. Perfect timing.
Jacob’s voice shook with rage. “Get out.”
Elena smirked, grabbing her purse. “Gladly. I was leaving anyway. Oh—and those collaboration papers you signed?” She pulled out her phone, waving it mockingly. “The new company funds? They’re in my name now. Thanks for the investment.”
Jacob’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Next time,” she said, brushing past him, “don’t mix business and stupidity.”
She strutted out, heels clicking against the floor.
Jacob sank to his knees, face buried in his hands.
I stepped forward just long enough to let my voice drift into the room. “Karma works fast, doesn’t it?”
He looked up, eyes wild with disbelief. But I was already walking away.
In the hallway, Elena brushed past me, smirking. “He’s all yours now,” she whispered.
I smiled faintly. “He never was.”
Upstairs, my mother-in-law’s shrill voice met me halfway. “Sheila! Thank goodness you’re here. Your husband—he’s been through hell!”
I didn’t even pause. I simply walked past her, up the stairs, and into my room.
I locked the door behind me, letting the silence swallow the chaos below.
Then I called Mr. Allison again. “One more favor, please,” I said, my lips curving into a cold smile. “Put my house up for sale.”
“Right away, ma’am,” he replied.
As I hung up, I looked around the room one last time.
Every wall, every picture, every memory reeked of pain. But now… I was free.
Jacob had lost everything—his mistress, his money, his pride.
And I was just getting started.
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