No More Babies No More Time Novel

Chapter 9 Back at the company, Aldrich got the update from his aide. "Mr. Lowea called the cops. Mrs. Klein should be in his custody, but he's refusing to let anyone from our side see her." "I'll go see him," Aldrich said. He drove straight to the Lowea Group headquarters, only to be stopped at the gate. Vincenzo had made it clear that Aldrich was not allowed "She's my wife, Vincenzo. How dare you detain her? Are you deliberately keeping me away?" Vincenzo had met Aldrich before-handsome, successful. But he hadn't realized this man could be so clueless.

He thought back-he never should have let Jesslyne marry him in the first place, never should have flown abroad right after the wedding. "You knew Jess was your wife and still handed her over to another man? Is that what a husband should do?" Vincenzo clenched his fists, eyes cold with fury. He wished he could take Aldrich down right there. "I did it to teach her a lesson! If she kept hurting Natta like that, someone could've died. Don't you understand?" 0.00% 15:22 Aldrich kept insisting he'd acted for Jesslyne's sake-but everything he did was disgusting. Vincenzo's voice was low and deadly.

"So for Jess's sake, you slept with another woman, got her pregnant, and cheated? Is that how the Klein family raises their kids?" "I told you it was an accident." Aldrich insisted it was to give her the antidote-and that Renatta was innocent in all of this, too. Vincenzo's eyes narrowed. "That night, Renatta was the one who drugged her. And the antidote didn't require sleeping with anyone- you really thought I wouldn't find out? "You didn't get your fun last night-that's on me," Vincenzo said with a mocking smirk. "Go home. Jess won't see you again." "She's my wife!

Who are you to decide that?" Aldrich's whole demeanor shifted instantly. Panic and urgency coursed through him. For some reason, his chest felt hollow-a sensation he had never experienced before. "Your wife?" Vincenzo tossed the divorce papers at him. "You signed it yourself. Don't pretend it didn't happen." Seeing his signature, Aldrich thought of Jesslyne in the office, her face so vivid in his memory. 24.81% 15:22 288 IVouchers His chest ached like never before. At that moment, he finally understood. "Where is Jess? Tell me." Aldrich's knees went weak.

He fell to them, pleading with Vincenzo to reveal Jesslyne's whereabouts. "Jess treated you so well, and yet you hurt her again and again. If you really cared about her, how could you let her lose so much?" Vincenzo's words cut deep, his own heart aching for his foolish, sweet Jess. Then, the bombshell dropped. Jesslyne's "gift" had gone live: every private photo, every chat, and every video of Aldrich and Renatta that night. The scale was shocking, jaw-dropping. The internet ignited instantly. "Mrs. Klein's at the airport," Aldrich's aide reported.

They'd hired a private investigator to track her. Aldrich rushed downstairs, knowing that if he didn't chase her now, he'd regret it forever. Outside, a swarm of reporters crouched, cameras ready. "We hear you made your wife have eight miscarriages because of a mistress. How could you do something so cruel? Do you even understand the damage this causes a woman?" "And the mistress is the adopted daughter of the Klein family? Did you plan to ruin your wife, or was it her idea?" "Back off! All of you, move!" Aldrich's voice was cold and low.

His bodyguards immediately pushed the crowd back, creating space. Just as he was about to get in his car, his phone rang. It was Renatta. "Aldi, it's my fault. I'm jumping off the hospital balcony... Goodbye." "Can you stop this? That's enough!" He slammed the phone down, blocking her number. On the other end, her emotions completely collapsed. He knew she would never actually jump-before, a single whimper from her would have sent him into a frenzy. But this time, he didn't spare her a glance. Not one. He knew that if he delayed, he would never catch up to Jesslyne.

As the plane took off, Jesslyne felt a deep, liberating lightness. This was her release. "Aldrich, it's time for you to pay for the love you destroyed. "We'll never meet again."