Chapter 527 I'm Done For
Helen Imogen Fairfax picked up Adam's family heirloom and solemnly said, "Amelia, this is a precious treasure passed down in the Price family. Adam's grandmother passed it to me, and today I am passing it to you. You must pass it on as soon as possible."
"Did Adam's grandmother leave a pair of bracelets?" I couldn't help but feel something was off.
"Just one." That felt even more off.
"But wasn't that bracelet broken? I even married Adam to repay the debt for that expensive bracelet. I was planning to have a child to pay off the debt. How come there's another bracelet now?"
Could it be that this wasn't a debt I needed to repay at all?
Imogen awkwardly smiled and said, "I only found out later that the one given to you was a replica made by Adam's dad to confuse thieves. This thing is valuable, and if lost, it can't be replaced. Adam's dad had to make a fake one to fool the thieves. I accidentally gave you the wrong one that day. This bracelet is the real one. Keep it safe and don't lose it."
I was highly skeptical.
That night, I forced Adam to tell me the truth.
To my surprise, he shamelessly said, "I swapped my mom's family heirloom. But you can't blame me. you wouldn't agree to marry me. I was desperate for a title, so I had to resort to this."
So that's how it was.
I, a proud police officer in Regalia, sold myself to repay a debt for a fake bracelet.
After that day, I started to reclaim myself, refusing to sell myself to repay the debt.
But every time I brought it up, Adam would throw me onto the bed and make love to me.
Sometimes we would make love three times a day. I was exhausted, but he was always energetic. I went to work every day with a haggard face and a sore back, and my colleagues would joke that I had rheumatism and advise me to see a doctor.
Maybe it was because we made love too frequently, or maybe the contraception wasn't done well.
One morning, I was hugging the toilet, vomiting so severely that I almost threw up my internal organs.
Imogen seriously took me to the hospital. After a series of tests and drawing seven or eight tubes of blood, the final report read: Early intrauterine pregnancy, 4-6 weeks, healthy embryo.
That was it. I was pregnant. How could I reclaim myself now?
Adam started watching me 24/7, afraid I might harm the baby in my belly.
At six months pregnant, my belly was as big as a pot, and I needed help just to turn over at night.
Oh, and the monthly prenatal check-up report changed to: Mid-term intrauterine pregnancy, twins, alive.
One baby turned into two, and my belly was ridiculously large.
I was so exhausted that even breathing became a burden. Adam went to my job with me and quit on my behalf.
I didn't agree, but he said I could work at any of the Price family businesses I liked, as an owner or an employee, it was up to me.
If I wasn't satisfied with the Price family businesses, I could work anywhere else, but for now, I had to focus on my pregnancy.
Three months later, the delivery room brought good news: the Price family had a pair of boy-girl twins.
Adam's parents were overjoyed, flooding all social media platforms with the news, as if only the Price family could have boy-girl twins.
Adam's parents each held a baby, extremely happy.
Adam, my husband, stayed by my bedside, his eyes red from crying, constantly asking if I was still in pain. He said he would never have another child again. If he had known it would be this painful, he would never have let me go through it. He couldn't bear to see me suffer.
He had just said he didn't like the two children because they made his beloved wife suffer so much.
But then he immediately held a child in each arm, excitedly telling me that the daughter looked like him and the son looked like me.
In the early autumn season, the midday sun was warm but not scorching, and the sunlight on me felt cozy.
The golden light on his hair made him look so lively.
Suddenly, I felt that repaying this debt for a lifetime was actually worth it.
A night of drinking.
Before getting drunk, I handed my car keys to my assistant, asking him to take me home.
But when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a heart-shaped bed in a hotel.
Dark red roses were everywhere, and the petals on the bed were crushed like blood from a wound.
I sat up, clutching my throbbing temples, unable to remember why I didn't go home.
Two arms wrapped around me, and the unfamiliar scent of perfume made me instantly alert.
I suddenly felt uneasy. I fearfully lifted the blanket, and my naked body told me I was done for!
"Benjamin, sleep a little longer. You were exhausted last night."
The woman beside me, with eyes like water, shyly hid her face in my chest. Her smooth skin pressed against mine,
What should have been an intimate touch felt like a puddle of mud to me, making me recoil.
"Maeve Harrington? What are you doing here?" I suppressed my panic, darkly questioning her.
Maeve was considered a beauty. She was petite and knew how to act coy. When we were still in diapers, our parents joked about us getting married when we grew up.
Since I could remember, she had always followed me.
In my late teens, when I first experienced romantic feelings, I had no interest in her.
Over the years, I had tried multiple times to talk to her, telling her I didn't love her and that she shouldn't waste her time on me. There were many good men in the world, and she should find someone who loved her as much as she loved him.
She said liking me was her own business and had nothing to do with me, and I shouldn't worry about it. She knew what she was doing.
I thought she had moved on, but years later, one morning, she woke up in my bed with a dark red stain beneath her.
I tried hard to recall the events of the previous night but couldn't remember being taken to the hotel.
These past few days, my parents had been pressuring me to get engaged to Maeve, but I refused.
I already had Mia. She had been with me for five years, and she truly loved me. I loved her too. Since the day I met her, I never thought of marrying anyone else.
But Maeve kept causing trouble, and my parents refused to acknowledge Mia. Even the elders of the Bailey family would seize any opportunity to make Mia realize the gap between us, forcing her to give up.
Mia was being pressured by so many people every day, becoming more and more silent.
I hadn't been home for half a month and hadn't seen her.
I was afraid to see the hope in her eyes, and even more afraid to see her disappointment.
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