I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345 Exhaustion

Chapter 345 Exhaustion

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‘But… it doesn’t really matter whether you can have children or not. Ashton doesn’t need you to give him a baby. He’s got me for that,‘ she added, her voice oozing with satisfaction.

I realised it was completely impossible to have a rational conversation with her. She was utterly obsessed.

“You’re insane.‘

“Ha! Think whatever you like.‘

‘Alright, I think you’ve officially lost it. I almost feel sorry for you. Look, I’m busy. Don’t call me again with this nonsense.‘ I hung up without letting her respond.

Even though I knew it was all lies Genevieve had concocted, I couldn’t help but wonder why she would suddenly say such things.

Logically, I knew Ashton wouldn’t do anything with her, but that didn’t stop the sick, uncomfortable feeling spreading through my chest.

So I called him, fuming.

‘Mira?‘ Ashton sounded like he was in a good mood, his voice soft.

‘Genevieve just called me.‘

‘And?‘

‘She spouted a load of nonsense. Said you asked her to have your baby?‘ That was the part that really got under my skin.

‘You believed her?” he asked.

‘Of course I didn’t believe her. But why would she say that? You must’ve given her the wrong idea somehow, didn’t you?‘

‘What else did she say?‘

‘She said… she said once she’s given birth, you’ll divorce me and marry her. That you are just buying time now. She also said I can’t have children.‘

Ashton was silent for a long time. ‘It seems falling into the lake last time didn’t knock any sense into her. If anything, it’s just addled her brain even more. Don’t worry about what she meant. Just ignore her.‘

‘If you won’t tell me, it means you’re hiding something.‘ I wasn’t satisfied.

‘Alright, fine. I’ll tell you.‘

Ashton explained that Genevieve hadn’t just been trying to poison his mind about me and Rhys. She’d also been trying to force his hand, to literally get him into bed. More than once, she’d tried to slip something into his drink, hoping to sleep with him and then pressure him into divorcing me.

He’d never fallen for it, but constantly being on guard was exhausting. He was tired of just playing defence. So

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he’d decided to go for the root of the problem instead.

‘What did you do?‘ I asked.

‘I made her believe she’d slept with me.‘

‘I don’t understand.‘

‘Last night, after you fell asleep, I went to see her. I asked her if she wanted to have my child. She said yes. When she went to take a shower, I turned off the lights, left the hotel room, and another man went in… Do you understand now?‘

My mouth fell open. ‘You… that’s… that’s…‘

I’d never have thought Ashton would do something like this. It just didn’t seem like him.

He seemed to sense what I was thinking. ‘She tried to drug me, multiple times. I was just returning the favour.‘

I was still trying to process what I’d just heard.

‘You don’t like that I did this?‘ he asked.

To be honest, I didn’t. Letting another man pretend to be him and sleep with Genevieve felt like a low trick, something beneath him.

But he wasn’t wrong. She had done much worse to both of us.

Still…

‘I don’t want her to keep bothering us,‘ he continued, ‘but I can’t physically hurt her because of a promise I made a long time ago. This was the only permanent solution. You understand, right?‘

‘I have to go. A client just walked in,‘ I said, and hung up, my mind reeling.

The conversation bothered me in more ways than one.

It wasn’t just about Genevieve.

I realised we’d never actually talked about having children. I knew Ashton wanted them. As for me… I wasn’t so

sure.

What if I told him I didn’t want kids? Not just for now, not for a few years, but ever?

***

The days passed slowly.

By some unspoken mutual agreement, neither Ashton nor I brought up our difficult conversation from the other day.

Genevieve, thankfully, seemed to have vanished from my life completely.

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