Chapter 149
Theo couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He didn’t know what it was exactly-just that something in the air felt
wrong
But one thing he knew with certainty: he didn’t want his parents to get divorced.
He liked Kelly, sure. But that didn’t mean he wanted her to be his mom.
For some reason, his heart was suddenly suspended in his chest, like it had been lifted out of place.
And now, he didn’t dare hear the answer his dad was about to give.
After a long silence, Carter finally spoke. “There’s no need to compare you and Kelly.”
Still, he hadn’t answered the question. Not really.
Sharon didn’t press further. “Got it. That tells me everything.” 1
She turned to look at Theo. “Go back to your room. Your dad and I need to talk alone.”
Theo glanced at his father, uneasy, then climbed the stairs and disappeared from view.
Once he was gone, Sharon reached into the folder and pulled out a document.
“This is the new divorce agreement I drafted. If you don’t have any objections, sign it.”
Carter’s jaw tightened. “Sharon, I’ve already given you plenty of chances to back down. Keep pushing, and this will all backfire.”
“Backfire?” Sharon raised her brows in surprise. “That sounds great, actually.”
His eyes darkened. “Fine. You said it. Don’t regret it later.”
“You’ve said that many times,” she replied flatly. “Do I look like I’ve ever regretted anything?”
Carter didn’t say another word. He took the document from her and flipped through it.
A few minutes later, he looked up, a cold smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“You really want half my assets? Sharon, you’ve got some nerve.”
Her expression was calm, steady, like still water.
“I gave birth to your child, raised him, spent my days like a live-in maid-cooking, cleaning, taking care of your mom. I even helped you with the nonsense you call filial piety. And now you’re telling me I don’t deserve half?”
Instead of getting angry, Carter actually laughed. “You’re the one calling yourself a maid. If you lower yourself like that, is it any wonder the kid’s not close to you?”
Sharon answered lazily, “Ah, right. I misspoke. I’m not a maid. I’m not even as good as a maid. At least the housekeepers earn thousands a month. Me? I do all that, serve you in bed, and don’t get a single cent. And still, your mother calls me a leech. Like I was starving before I married into this family.”
Carter stared at her with disappointment clouding his face.
“You say you gave birth for our family, like Theo isn’t your own son. For a mother to say something like that, honestly, it’s just pathetic.”
Sharon shot back, “If I didn’t give birth for your family, then who was it for? Myself? When I was in labor, nearly dying in the delivery room, where were you? I risked my life to bring him into this world. So tell me, why does he get your last name? You say he’s my son too? Fine. Then when we divorce, are you willing to let me have custody?”
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Her words backed Carter into a corner. It took him a long moment before he could speak.
“No matter what, he’s still your child.”
“Exactly,” Sharon said. “He’s yours, and he’s mine. So give me custody.”
Carter looked at her like she’d gone mad.
“Theo is the future heir of the Biggs family. He’s not yours to take. And even if I wanted to hand him over, you couldn’t afford to
raise him.”
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