Chapter 2 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• With his hot breath spraying on her ear, Celeste’s earlobe felt like it was on fire. But her lips were pale. The bruise on her abdomen was causing her great pain. Thankfully, the light was off, so he couldn’t see it.- She tilted her head up and kissed his Adam’s apple. Liam’s breathing became ragged, and he lowered his head to bite her neck. Then she calmly said, “I’m ovulating today. You should do your duty.” Liam immediately stiffened, the desire in his eyes vanishing. His face turned dark, and he angrily said, “Is that all you think about?” Celeste stared at the ceiling, the heat in her ears gradually fading, “Your mom keeps nagging me about it. It’s not something I can do alone. If you prefer, you can donate sperm and I’ll do IVF.
• ” Liam mocked her coldly, “So is mom pushing you, or are you afraid of losing your place and want a child as leverage?” Her heart felt like it was being painfully squeezed, but Celeste’s expression didn’t change. She just smiled and said, “Yeah, I’m afraid you’ll leave me, so I want to have a connection with you.” Liam buttoned up his shirt, gave her a disdainful look, and said, “Don’t waste your scheming on this. I’m not having a child.” Celeste’s smile gradually stiffened. Just as he was about to leave, she called out, “Liam, do you not want a child at all, or do you just not want one with me?” Liam paused, then coldly replied, “Does it make a difference?” Celeste clenched her fist, “If there’s no difference, what’s the point of being married? Let’s get a divorce!” “Suit yourself!” He slammed the door and left.
• Celeste threw a pillow at the door, tears welling in her eyes. The next day, Liam returned from his morning run and sat down at the dining table to check his emails. Breakfast was already on the table, but he didn’t touch it. The housekeeper asked, “Sir, would you like me to reheat it?” Liam glanced at the time and frowned, “Tell her to come down and eat.” The housekeeper went upstairs but soon hurried back down, “Sir, the lady is gone, and she left with this.” “What?” He took it from her. The words “divorce agreement” on the paper were glaring. He read through it with a tight face, which gradually darkened. When he saw that the property, cars, and shares were to be divided equally, he laughed in anger, “She sure dares to dream!” However, when he saw the reason for the divorce, he couldn’t laugh. The line read, “Due to the husband’s infertility and inability to have a normal marital life, the couple’s relationship has broken down.” He angrily pulled out his phone and called Celeste. “Hello.” Her cold voice came through the phone, infuriating him.
• He gritted his teeth and asked, “What’s the meaning of this?” “Literally,” Celeste said in a flat tone, “Sign it and let me know. We’ll go through the divorce process and have nothing to do with each other from now on.” Liam asked angrily, “I mean, what’s the meaning of the reason for the divorce!” Celeste was silent for a moment, “We have sex every three months, do you think that’s normal? Liam, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. You should see a urologist when you have time. Your mom keeps giving me all these supplements, but they’re useless. The problem is with you.” “Celeste!” Liam yelled. Celeste hung up the phone, not giving him a chance to vent his anger. Chapter 3 Liam’s face was extremely dark. The housekeeper was too scared to breathe. The lady had always been gentle and understanding. What had she said to make him so angry? After saying that, Celeste felt a weight lifted off her chest. She suddenly realized how much pressure she’d been under in the Reed family for the past three years. However, this relief only lasted until that night. The hotel manager knocked on her door and politely informed her that she could no longer stay in the suite. The reason was that her hotel card belonged to the Reed Group, and now it had been locked.
• She had lost her right to continue enjoying the luxury suite. “Of course, the main issue is that the card has been disabled. You can also pay for the room yourself. We’re more than happy to have you. Would you like to extend your stay?” The manager kindly reminded her. They couldn’t turn away a guest. Celeste bit her lip, firmly believing that this was Liam’s revenge. He hung up on her in the morning and locked her card in the evening. How petty! She wondered how she ever fell for someone like him. “Extend the stay,” she said flatly. “How long would you like to extend it for?” The manager asked. “Let’s start with a month.” Celeste said. “Alright, that will be 11,660 dollars. If you don’t stay the full 30 days, we’ll charge a 30% cancellation fee for the remaining days. The balance will be refunded when you check out. Please go downstairs to pay the room fee now. Thank you for your cooperation.” The manager said. Celeste didn’t respond. She brushed her hair back and smiled, her red lips forming a beautiful curve, “I’m sorry, can we go back to the first question?” The manager was momentarily stunned by her smile..
• When Celeste didn’t smile, she looked cold, but when she did, she was absolutely captivating. The manager gathered himself and cautiously asked, “Would you like to extend your stay, ma’am?” Her smile faded slightly, “Thank you, but no. I’ll check out.” Manager was speechless. She could have moved to a cheaper suite, as she could afford to spend a few thousand a month. But on second thought, she decided against it. Liam had locked her hotel card, and he had likely locked her credit card as well. She had only claimed a 50-50 split of their assets to anger him. She hadn’t contributed a cent to the house or car before their marriage, so there was no way she would get a share. As for their assets after marriage, she didn’t know how much Liam had, but it certainly wouldn’t be split evenly. If he was grateful for her hard work over the past three years, giving her a few million would be nice; but he might also leave her with nothing. She had to plan for her future. After all, going from rich to poor was very difficult. Trisha was woken up by a knock on the door in the middle of the night. She opened it to find Celeste standing there, holding her suitcase with one hand. She smiled a little, her voice sweet and clear, “Can I crash at your place?“– Trisha handed her a cold Coke, but when Celeste took it, she suddenly slapped her forehead. “Oh, I totally forgot you don’t drink soda! Let me get you some milk instead.
• ” “No need,” Celeste opened the can and took a sip, “I can drink anything now.” She used to avoid sodas, cigarettes, and alcohol to prepare for pregnancy, but now that she was getting a divorce, who cared? She would just do whatever that made her happy. Prep for pregnancy? Let that useless Liam do it himself! “Are you really getting a divorce with Liam?” Trisha asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa, sounding unsure. “Yeah,” Celeste paused, then added, “He’s back with Sydney.” Trisha immediately cursed, “Doesn’t she have any shame? She caused a scene at the wedding, and now she’s back after three years? Are all the men in the world dead? Why does she have to steal someone else’s husband? And what’s up with that jerk Liam? Can’t get enough of that trash?” Celeste didn’t respond. She felt like she’d been attacked as well. Trisha coughed, “I’m just making a point, don’t mind the details. So they’re together now, and you’re just gonna let them? Why not let everyone see Sydney’s ugly face? The so–called pure beauty is just a homewrecker!” “And then what? Let everyone know my marriage failed, and that I’m a pitiful woman who can’t keep her husband?” Celeste sighed, “This marriage is already a failure, I don’t want to make it even more embarrassing and lose all my dignity.”
• “But that’s just making it easier for them!” Trisha said. Seeing Trisha’s indignant face, she smiled and reassured her, “Actually, it’s not that bad. In these years of marriage, Liam hasn’t been too bad to me. I mean, look at all these jewelry and bags, would I have had a chance to have them before? Thinking about not being able to wear them anymore, I’m kinda reluctant to let go.” Trisha wasn’t impressed. Back then, Celeste was the top student in the acting department at the University of T’s Film School. Beautiful and talented, she ruled the scene every year. All her teachers believed she had a limitless future. If she hadn’t gotten married right after graduation and given up acting because of the Reed family, she would’ve been a star by now. How could jewelry and bags compare to that? “So, what are you planning to do next?” Trisha asked. “Take a break for a few days, settle down somewhere, and then discuss the voice acting for Legend.” Celeste said.
• Trisha asked, “Have you ever thought about going from behind the scenes to being in the front?” Celeste hesitated, “I haven’t faced a camera in three years, I don’t know if I can still do it.” “That’s doesn’t mean you’ve deserted your professionism. You’ve already gained almost ten million fans just by voice acting! It also requires skills. You know how nowadays some actors lack even basic dialogue skills, but they’re still popular, right? You have both looks and talent, what are you afraid of? Even if you don’t become a superstar, you’ll definitely be able to make a living.” Trisha assured her. That was true, even if her acting career didn’t work out, her fame in the voice acting world was enough to ensure a worry–free life. It was worth a try. More importantly, she really loved acting. Giving up her passion for marriage was the most foolish decision of her life. But luckily, it was not too late. The two chatted for half the night Trisha finally yawned and was sent to bed by Celeste. She laid down on the sofa, thinking it would be hard to fall asleep, but she soon drifted off. Chapter 4 However, she didn’t sleep long before her phone rang andwoke her up She answered the call groggily, “Hello?” The trembling voice of the housekeeper came through, “Ma’am, where did you put Mr. Reed’s blue shirt?” Celeste’s head was a bit foggy, but she replied instinctively, “Second shelf on the east side of the walk–in closet on the second floor.”
• There was silence on the other end, and then the housekeeper said again, “I looked everywhere, but I couldn’t find it.” “It’s impossible, I ironed it and put it in there myself. Ask Liam if he misplaced it.” Celeste said. The housekeeper whispered, “Mr. Reed said he didn’t touch it, ma’am, can you come back and look for it?” At this point, Celeste was fully awake. She was sure Liam was standing right next to the housekeeper. She knew exactly where all his clothes were, how could they not find it? “If you can’t find it, look harder. Check all the closets, one by one. If you still can’t find it, have him wear something else!” With that, she hung up the phone. She glanced at the time, six in the morning. Liam had really gone too far! Calling this early just to ask about a shirt! Was he out of his mind?! On the other side.
• The housekeeper looked terrified, “S–sir, ma’am hung up.” Liam looked at her. He wasn’t deaf, he could hear the busy tone. “Sir, do you still want to wear the blue shirt?” The housekeeper asked. Liam’s face was tense. After a few seconds, he said coldly, “Ask her which tie to wear with this shirt.” The housekeeper didn’t say a word. It should be the beige patterned tie. She had seen it several times and remembered it–surely the sir would know which one to wear? Still, the housekeeper didn’t dare to question her boss. She reluctantly called Celeste again. This time, the call rang for a while before Celeste answered. “Ma’am, we found the shirt, but which tie should he wear? You usually pick them, and I don’t really know. I’m afraid I’ll mess up and Mr. Reed will get angry.” The housekeeper said. Celeste rubbed her temples. “The beige patterned one, in the fourth layer of the left drawer, third slot.” There was some rustling on the other end, and then the housekeeper whispered again, I can’t find it…” Celeste paused for a second and said, “Put Liam on the phone.”