She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 238: She Carried My Child At the Foley Group's top floor conference room, Chris suddenly informed Kelvin that Cody's ten percent share had been transferred to someone else. That person was Abbie, whom he knew.

Upon hearing this news, Kelvin felt like she was joking around. She was in bad health, and shouldn't get involved in company business.

Chris rubbed his strong chin and thought that this could be a good thing from a certain perspective.

Cody had previously used his shares and experience in the company to call himself an elder and go against Mr. Foley behind his back. He even formed cliques privately, seriously affecting the company's atmosphere. Mr. Foley didn't deal with him at first to give him a chance while hoping he would change his ways.

Who knew that Cody's greed would only grow stronger as he instigated other shareholders to oppose Kelvin's iron-fisted rule? He left during the meeting in front of everyone.

Kelvin wanted to suppress him but then heard this news; he couldn't help but pause for a second. He had thought about helping Abbie regain her shares, but after all, it was a matter for the Berry family. Moreover, in the past few years, she hadn't shown much interest in it, and Kelvin, concerned about her health, had refrained from bringing it up again.

He hadn't expected that the gentle and timid Abbie could actually retrieve the shares from Cody. This surprised Kelvin; he underestimated Abbie.

"Given what has happened now, we need to hold a meeting with all shareholders present and explain what happened," said Kelvin as he looked down at his watch on his wrist.

It was already half-past eight, and he hadn't slept a wink last night. His mind was filled with Cheyenne's heart- wrenching words delivered with a quivering voice.

When they first talked about divorce, it was because he no longer wanted anything more than seeing her face. He didn't believe Cheyenne would obediently listen if asked for divorce since according to her personality she might do many things just trying hard to please him.

However, reality proved otherwise: Cheyenne left gracefully and even messed with various excellent men. Kelvin sneered at how stupid she acted just trying hard to get attention from him.

He vividly remembered a twhen he had been away on a two-month business trip due to his busy work schedule. Just as he had finished a day of meetings, he received a call from Cheyenne. She had claimed to be gravely ill, on the brink of death, and begged him to return to sign sdocuments.

Kelvin ignored her, thinking she was playing tricks again until his grandpa called two days later telling him Cheyenne got pregnant! His heart jumped with shock and anger! How was this possible? Every tthey had sex, he never stayed inside her. Could it be that Cheyenne did something to secretly try to get pregnant with his child? Regardless, he wasn't ready to be a father. That year, Abbie just returned hand heard that he was married; she becdepressed and almost committed suicide. Kelvin spent most of his thelping her make appointments with doctors. If it weren't for his grandfather's phone call, he wouldn't have cback.

When he returned home, however, everything was a lie. Cheyenne was sitting on the bed while his grandfather told jokes beside her. There wasn't even a child - it was just an excuse she made up to bring him. back.

"Cheyenne, do you enjoy lying?" Kelvin asked angrily as tears filled the young girl's eyes.

In frustration, Kelvin flew back to Enofone where he worked for half a year before returning home.

Yesterday night when he couldn't sleep, he opened Cheyenne's diary again.

He read carefully until September 5th 2017 where she wrote only one sentence: "It cunexpectedly and left suddenly; maybe because I'm not a good mommy." Attached was an abortion surgery sheet from the hospital with “9 weeks pregnant; fetal stoppage" written in black letters on white paper under conclusion section where another man named Benson signed as family member agreeing for the procedure.

September 2017 marked their fourth month of marriage. Seeing that sheet made Kelvin feel blank as if all thoughts disappeared from his mind while staring at it deeply wondering why their child stopped growing inside Cheyenne's womb? He couldn't help but wonder how frightened and desperate she must have felt when she cried and begged for him to cback to sign those documents over the phone. And yet, he had callously turned her down.

Three years ago, she was just an 18-year-old girl. Suddenly being informed of a pregnancy, only to experience a miscarriage, was devastating for Cheyenne.

The n"Benson" in the signature line felt like a thorn piercing into Kelvin's heart - it should have been him who signed there instead of Benson's name. He began feeling guilty about how poorly he treated Cheyenne over these past few years since they got married.

What happened three years ago? To find out answers, he called one of the doctors involved in surgery late at night who agreed to meet him this morning.

The tall and sturdy figure suddenly stood up, blocking out most of the light outside the window. Against the light, he appeared even more cold and silent in his black suit, making it difficult to look directly at him. Chris was startled by Mr. Foley's sudden change, staring at the man as he picked up his phone from the table and walked towards the door with his long legs.

"Mr. Foley, it's work hours now and we have a shareholder meeting coming up soon. Where are you going?" Without turning his head back, Kelvin's icy voice cthrough, “I'm taking a leave of absence. I'll be back before the meeting." A leave of absence? Was he joking? Chris had been following Mr. Foley for almost ten years now, but this was his first ttaking a leave.

That dark figure had already walked far away by now; soon after that, a black Rolls-Royce left from the parking lot in front of their company building. A luxurious car pulled up in front of an extremely old residential complex; everyone turned to look with envy on their faces.

In the car, the man gripped the steering wheel with one hand, while the other held a cigarette. With while practiced ease, he lit the cigarette, and his slender fingers held it to his lips. He took a deep breath before slowly exhaling blue smoke from between his lips.

His eyes were as deep and unfathomable, radiating an icy glint.

Someone knocked on car window.

Kelvin opened the door; the middle-aged man sat down on the passenger seat next to him without any hesitation.

The man looked like he was around forty-five years old wearing a white coat, with his hair slightly grayed at temples and glasses perched atop his nose bridge. He looked up at Kelvin, felt uneasy and stuttered, "Mr. Foley, what can I do for you?" It had been three years since he left Hopedale Hospital, and now he was an OB-GYN.

Someone paid him hush money to require him to keep the incident three years ago to himself, and then arranged him to work somewhere else.