He had fathered the Prestiss family’s little princess with Cherity—and overnight, he became a hero to the entire family.
Even my once-biased in-laws turned on me, sneering, “You said our daughter couldn’t have children, but how did Barrett manage to get her pregnant then? Sounds more like you’re the one who couldn’t give her a child, hogging the position for nothing.”
I pretended not to hear and walked past them in silence.
After all, in a few more days, I would be leaving this place for good.
“Sign this,” Cherity said flatly, handing me a document.
Across the top, bold letters read [Share Transfer Agreement].
I knew exactly what she meant—she wanted me to hand over part of my shares to Barrett.
When I didn’t respond right away, her voice turned cold.
“The title as the head of the family… That’s been yours. Barrett won’t fight you for it, but these shares—he deserves them. He gave my family an heir. That makes him a contributor. This is also what my parents want,” she stated firmly.
I nodded. “Alright,” I said simply.
After signing, I slipped the divorce agreement underneath the contract before handing the papers back to her.