My Billionaire Wife Hid My Daughter's Real Father

Chapter 4: One Billion Dollars

Liam pushed open the heavy glass doors of the bar from the night before and walked straight toward the wooden counter. The female bar owner looked up from cleaning a glass and raised her eyebrows.

"I need to know what happened here last night. Who took me out of this bar?" Liam asked. His voice tone was demanding and serious as he leaned his hands on the sticky counter.

"You took out your mobile phone and called someone to pick you up, honey. A few minutes later, a beautiful woman came inside and took you away by your arm, but I have no idea who she was," the bar owner replied. Her facial expression was calm and indifferent as she continued wiping the dirty glass.

"Did she say anything to you? Did you notice the color of her hair or what she was wearing when she walked out with me?" Liam asked. His facial expression was tense with desperate curiosity.

"She did not say a single word to me, honey. She just put your arm over her shoulder and walked out the door. She moved fast, so you need to stop asking questions and go home," the bar owner advised. Her voice tone was bored and slightly impatient as she walked to the other end of the counter.

"Show me your surveillance footage right now so I can see her face and identify her," Liam demanded. His jaw was clenched tight with intense frustration and anxiety.

"I cannot let you look at my security cameras because that violates strict customer privacy rules. You need to leave it alone," the bar owner said. Her tone was absolute and firm, leaving zero room for argument.

Liam walked out of the bar onto the loud street. A wave of confusion hit his brain. He wondered if his drunken self really had called his wife, Chloe, to pick him up after all.

 Why would he call the woman who ruined his life? The thought made his stomach twist in physical discomfort.

He returned to the luxury hotel and booked a brand new room on the eighth floor. He wanted to be far away from his old life. 

He was completely serious about getting a divorce. He could not accept that the woman he had shared a bed with for nearly a decade had let another man father one of their daughters.

 He pulled out his mobile phone and sent a long text message to the hospital director, asking for a few days off from his medical duties. His mind was far too tangled with anger and betrayal to focus on treating sick patients.

Sitting alone on the edge of the hotel bed, bitter memories flooded his mind. He thought back to his graduation from the most prestigious medical university in the country. He had been the absolute star graduate of his entire department, admired by all his professors. 

Even the legendary Medical Sage had personally offered to take him to the capital city as his exclusive student. That opportunity would have made Liam a world famous physician with unlimited success. 

But at that time, Chloe was busy building her corporate empire, and he deeply feared that living in different cities would destroy their young marriage. He turned down the once in a lifetime offer without hesitation just to stay by her side.

He willingly shifted his career from a core surgical role in the fast paced emergency department to a boring, marginal clinic desk job.

He did it solely so he could get off work on time every single afternoon and have fresh, warm meals ready on the dining table when Chloe came home from her office. 

Whenever her high stress business routine gave her severe stomach pains, he would spend hours in the kitchen cooking therapeutic herbal soups to heal her body. 

Yet after a decade of absolute devotion and blind love, his only reward was a biological test proving one of his beloved twin daughters was not his child. His heart shattered into tiny pieces inside his chest. All those endless years of love, loyalty, and personal sacrifice had been repaid with the ultimate betrayal.

Liam locked himself inside the quiet hotel room for two entire days, refusing to step outside or answer his phone. On the night of the second day, the heavy wooden door suddenly swung open. Chloe barged into the room using a duplicate key card she got from the hotel manager.

She looked at the room—takeout containers on the table, wrinkled sheets, curtains still drawn. Then she looked at him. Unshaven. Hollow-eyed. Still in yesterday's clothes. Her expression tightened slightly, but she held her tongue.

"Why have you not come home for two days? You are not going to work either," Chloe asked softly, a hint of unease in her voice. "The girls have been asking about you. I have been making excuses, but I am running out of them."

Liam sat on the bed, not looking at her. "I am not going back to that house. I told you that clearly last time."

Chloe steadied herself and forced a smile. "I explained it to you last time. I have never cheated on you. Absolutely never."

Liam's anger flared. "I went to multiple labs. They all came back with the same conclusion. Chloe, have you really been treating me like a fool all this time?"

"The DNA report must be wrong," Chloe said, her voice rising slightly. "I do not know how those results came back the way they did. But I know what I did and did not do. I have been faithful to you, Liam. From the day we met."

Liam gave up on arguing. He got up from the bed, walked to his bag, and pulled out a thick stack of papers. He threw them at her feet.

"Then pick those up and sign them. We are going to the courthouse tomorrow morning."

Chloe stared at the papers on the floor, then back at him. She had not expected this. She had come to take him home, and he was handing her divorce papers.

"You actually had divorce papers drawn up?" Chloe asked, her voice unsteady. "You are serious about this?"

"I already showed you the DNA results," Liam said, his voice cold. "Hannah is not my daughter. She is yours—yours and some other man's. You cheated. You betrayed me. This marriage is over. Read the terms and sign."

Chloe's face hardened. "Hannah is your daughter. I have never cheated on you. I have never betrayed you. Liam, there are some things you just do not say. You are crossing a line."

"I will say it all I want!" Liam's voice rose. "You cheated on me, Chloe! Hannah is the child of you and some other man! I will take full responsibility for every word I say. Do you have the guts to admit what you did?"

Chloe's brow furrowed. "Admit what? I did not cheat. I did not betray you. What exactly do you want me to admit?"

"There is no point in talking anymore," Liam said. "Read the papers. If you have no objections, sign them."

Chloe bent down and snatched the papers off the carpet. She flipped through the pages with aggressive, jerky movements, her irritation growing with every turn. She did not want to look at the fine print. But then her eyes caught a number near the bottom of the page, and she stopped. She stared at it for a long moment, then looked up at him.

"You are demanding a settlement of one billion dollars from me?" Chloe asked, her voice incredulous. "What kind of ridiculous extortion is this?"