Chapter 13
“This is bullshit! I never signed any goddamn divorce papers!“]
“It’s fake–this has to be fucking faker
Quentin’s voice shot up in volume. He absolutely refused to believe what was in front of him, couldn’t accept that Jessica actually wanted to divorce him.
But there it was–his signature, clear as day on the divorce decree![]
He wracked his brain, trying to remember what happened three days ago. Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind.
Three days ago, he’d blown off all his work to stay home with Carrie and Carter. He’d gotten hammered, and Carrie had brought him some document to sign.
He hadn’t thought much about it at the time, figured his assistant had asked Carrie to bring it over, so he’d just signed it
Quentin’s face went ghost white. What if what he’d signed wasn’t some meaningless paperwork, but..
He couldn’t finish the thought. He spun around to face his assistant: Three days ago, around ten PM–did you send any documents through Carrie for me to sign?”
His assistant looked confused and shook his head. “Mr. Adante, don’t you remember? Three days ago you said you wanted to make up time with the young master. You cleared your whole schedule and specifically told me not to bother you with anything except Carter–related stuff. Why would I send documents over?
Those words sent Quentin’s heart plummeting straight to hell
Carrie had fucking played him
He’d trusted her too much and walked right into her trap, signing the surce papers while drunk off his ass.
The realization hit him like a freight train, making it hard to breathe.
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The divorce decree crumpled in Quentin’s grip, his eyes bloodshot as he fought to control his rage “Dad, I don’t acknowledge this divorce!”
Mr. Rolando let out a cold laugh: “Oh yeah? How about this–you gonna acknowledge this? |
The buder pulled another document from the folder and handed it to Quentin
Quentin’s hands shook as he took it scanning the page. The words hit him like lightning, and he stumbled backward.
It was a paternity test, and the results section clearly stated that he and Carter were biological father and son!
Quentin’s breath caught in his throat. His worst suspicions had just been confirmed.[]
Jessica had known all along, which is why she’d left him…[]
“Mr. Adante, you’re not done yet.” The buder pushed the laptop closer.
The screen showed photos of
of him at the daycare, playing
g with Carter.
Then an audio recording started playing
“What am I supposed to do, Wayne? The kid loses his mind every time I try to send Carrie away. He won’t stop crying. I can’t just let him suffer like that.”
“As for Carrie, she gave me a son. I owe her that much.”
“You’re the one who lured me over here. Motherhood hasn’t slowed you down one bit.
Hearing his own words played back, Quentin was struck speechless, frozen in place.
The hospital, the study–Jessica had heard everything..[]
Quentin’s face turned even paler as he clenched his fists, his chest churning with nausea, a metallic taste rising in his throat
She’d heard all of IL.
Jessica had loved him so much–he couldn’t even imagine how heartbroken and devastated she must have been hearing those words No wonder she’d left so decisively!
But how the hell had this happened? He’d thought he had everything under control
The butler could see his confusion, his eyes ice–cold- “Mr. Atlante, getting played by some manipulative bitch–you’ve really impressed
us.”
Quentin’s whole body trembled, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles cracked.
The butler continued: “Our master helped you find some evidence. Your son’s mother slid into Miss Jessica’s DMs. All the chat logs are right there.”
“And the thing our Miss Jessica hates most in this world? Lies, betrayal, and being framed.”
“Your son was sent away by his own mother on purpose. All the evidence is right there. Take your sweet time going through it all.”
