Banished With His Heir

Jack Rivers returned home as I just hung up the phone. I was in a daze for less than two seconds when there was a knock on the door. It was Aunt Sue, our housekeeper.

"Maam, Mr. Rivers is back," she said.

I snapped back to reality, stood up, wiped the tears that had somehow slipped down my face, and replied, "Thank you."

As I was about to leave the room, Aunt Sue hesitated and then spoke, "Maam, Mr. Rivers he..."

Her voice trailed off, and she looked at me with sympathy. I smiled back at her, avoiding her gaze.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door to Jacks room, a womans unrestrained giggle echoed from within. I could tell from the sound that they had only just begun.

I sat down on the sofa in the outer room, staring at the clothes scattered all over the floor. The mens clothes, of course, belonged to Jack; he favored suits, symbols of a mans wealth and power. The womans clothes were a red dress and black lace lingerie, exuding wildness.

Jack liked sexy women, preferably the kind that could be the undoing of a man at any moment. And me...

In Jacks eyes, I was dull, awkward, and uninteresting. All I had going for me was being the daughter of a wealthy father...

No, now, not even that.

Two hours later, as the sounds subsided, I knew they were done. I quickly stood up, straightened my clothes, and went to the door, knocking on the half-open door.

A mans languid voice came from inside, "Come in."

He sounded in a good mood.

As long as he didnt see me, his mood was always good.

But I had to push the door open and ruin his mood.

The bedroom was in disarray, filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. Jack lay on the bed with a blanket draped around his waist. In his arms was a beautiful woman with long hair, a fair back, and slender arms, with a lifelike green peacock tattooed on her back.

When I entered, she was playfully putting a lit cigarette into Jacks mouth. Jack took a puff, turned his head, and his narrow phoenix eyes squinted slightly in the smoke, coldly staring at me.

"Husband..." I twisted my fingers; this was the first time in my life I had begged someone, and the person was him, "I want to ask you for a favor. My fathers company has run into problems."

Jack closed his eyes and said nothing.

The woman looked at me, her delicate eyes showing clear contempt.

I continued, "My father needs five hundred million for working capital. I know you have it. Of course, I wont let you invest without..."

My father had helped Jack wholeheartedly, both when his company faced a major crisis and after we got married.

Jack finally spoke, "Get out."

No, I couldnt leave.

I persisted, "Husband, please, my father is already hospitalized. If even you wont help, then I..."

As I was speaking, he suddenly grabbed the crystal ashtray from the bedside table and threw it at me.

I was completely stunned, watching as the ashtray flew past my ear and made a loud "bang" against the door behind me.

I shuddered, looking at him.

Jack opened his eyes, looking at me, expressionless.

"Get out."

He repeated it again.

I held my breath.

After a while, I gritted my teeth and knelt on the ground.

"Husband..." I had never said such words before, "You must know that in these three years, I have not wronged you in any way, nor have I ever asked you for anything. We wont default on this money; as soon as the funds are turned around, we will repay you with interest."

[Note: The translation maintains the original texts meaning and tone, and the names have been replaced as per the provided.