For His Mistress He Ruined My Father, So I Bought Him Out

In the third year of my marriage, five months pregnant, I knelt at the front gate of the Gilbert mansion and begged my mother-in-law to show mercy and spare my adoptive father's little factory, which was on the brink of bankruptcy.

She laughed and called me ungrateful, said the bastard in my belly wasn't fit to carry the Gilbert name.

I looked to Bertram Gilbert, pleading.

He was gently adjusting the scarf around my sister Rose Fox's neck. And to my face he said, "Get rid of the child in your belly."

"Rose is the one I'm going to spend my life with."