Husband introduced pregnant girlfriend at family dinner, then wife pulled out papers that left him…

The tension in the dining room was suffocating. The air was thick with unspoken words and uncomfortable glances. Charles shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly disoriented by Rebecca’s question.

He had anticipated a different kind of evening, one where he could enjoy the company of his mistress, bask in his role as the heir to Turner Enterprises, and feel secure in his power. But instead, his wife had turned the tables. She wasn’t angry.

She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t even shaking with rage. No, Rebecca was calm, controlled, and utterly composed.

And that was the most dangerous thing of all. Rebecca’s eyes, cool and calculating, never left Charles as she spoke again. You’ve announced that Vanessa is carrying your son, the next heir to Turner Enterprises, she said, her voice soft but firm.

I’m curious, what does that mean for Sophie and Samuel? What does that mean for our marriage? Her words hung in the air, sharp as daggers, and Charles recoiled as if struck. He tried to deflect, his face tightening with a forced smile. This is a complicated situation, Rebecca, he muttered.

I was hoping we could discuss this privately. But since you’ve brought it up, no Charles, Rebecca interrupted, her voice steady but unwavering. We need to address this now.

What are your intentions regarding our children? Our family? There was a moment of silence, and then Charles cleared his throat, his gaze flickering nervously between Rebecca and the board members seated at the table. I think we’re all aware that Sophie and Samuel are still young, he said, trying to dismiss the issue with a wave of his hand. They have plenty of time to figure out their place in the company, there’s no need to rush things.

And as for our marriage, well, I’ve already instructed our attorneys to prepare the divorce papers. The room went still, it was as if everyone had collectively stopped breathing. Sophie, who had been quietly observing the exchange, suddenly tensed, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.

Samuel, equally composed but no less aware of the weight of the moment, looked at his father with a quiet intensity. This was no longer about business, this was about something far more personal. Their family was being torn apart before their very eyes, and the foundation that had once held them together was crumbling.

Rebecca’s voice, however, remained calm. I see, she said, her tone cool but full of restrained emotion. And what about the company? What happens to Turner Enterprises when you step down, Charles? What happens to your legacy? Charles shot her a frustrated look, his earlier confidence now waning.

I’ve already made plans, I’ve built this company into what it is today, and Vanessa will take my place at company functions, as the mother of the heir. She’ll be the new face of Turner Enterprises. Rebecca didn’t flinch, instead, she leaned forward slightly, her gaze piercing through him like a laser.

Is that so? She asked, her voice low, almost a whisper. And what does that mean for our children? For Sophie and Samuel? For their future? A tense silence followed, with the entire room waiting for Charles to respond. But he was clearly flustered, unsure of how to handle Rebecca’s calm, unwavering scrutiny.

Vanessa, who had been quietly sitting at the table, suddenly spoke up. Her voice was hesitant but firm. I never intended for any of this to happen, she said, her eyes darting nervously between Rebecca and Charles.

I didn’t know what I was walking into when I joined the company. Rebecca turned to Vanessa, her expression softening slightly. I understand, Miss Chan, she said, her voice filled with a quiet compassion that contrasted with the coldness of her words toward Charles.

This isn’t about you, this is about the future of Turner Enterprises and what it means for all of us, including the children. Family is family, after all. Vanessa blinked, clearly surprised by the lack of hostility in Rebecca’s words.

She had expected fury, anger, perhaps even contempt. But instead, Rebecca was speaking to her as though she were an equal, as though she understood the delicate nature of the situation. For a brief moment, Vanessa felt a flicker of sympathy for the woman whose life had been torn apart by betrayal.

But then, reality set in again. This wasn’t about her. It was about the company, about the family, about everything Rebecca had worked so hard to protect.

Charles, however, wasn’t ready to let go. His frustration was evident in the way he gripped his glass, his knuckles white. This is ridiculous, he snapped, his voice rising.

Rebecca, you’re not thinking clearly. You’re allowing your emotions to cloud your judgment. You’ve had your time in the spotlight, but it’s time for me to take the reins again.

I’ve made arrangements for a new direction for Turner Enterprises, and Vanessa is a crucial part of that vision. Rebecca’s expression didn’t change. No, Charles, she said, her voice firm.

You’ve had your chance to lead, and now it’s time for me to step in. There was a long, drawn-out silence. The board members exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to respond…