The Resurgence Of The Lost Heir

Chapter 3 Fake Marriage

"Pregnant? You mean you are pregnant? Or I heard it wrongly." Jerome was beyond shocked. He couldn't believe his ear.

"And what has that got to do with a servant like you?" Mrs Jackson didn't know what was going on. Even if she knows, does she care?

"Because she is my wife." Jerome roared angrily.

"Hahahah," aren't you ashamed to utter these words? You think too highly of yourself. Oh, you better wake up from your dreams before we throw you outside." Elidad's words made the people present burst into laughter.

"Mia, tell them we are married. And we have been married for five years. We can even show them the marriage certificate if they don't believe it. I know you might be forced into this. Don't worry, we will take care of the child." He spoke softly as he tried to get closer to her.

"Hey, you better not come closer. Oh, are you talking about that fake certificate? It seems this has been hidden from you for years." She said with a mocking gaze.

"Fake certificate, what do you mean by that?" He was perplexed.

"I wanted to argue with my grandfather when he told me to get married to you but my mum told me not to rebel. She brought up the idea that I should be obedient. She prepared a fake certificate that looked so genuine even though we went through the process. So my dear husband, stop dreaming, we were never married." Mia didn't have any regrets and narrated what happened as if she was just telling some fairy tale.

Jerome's eyes went wide, and his jaw slacked with shock. His brain struggled to catch up with the words he'd heard, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. '"What?" he finally managed to say, his voice shaking. "You're just joking, right? There's no way you're serious.'" He took a step back as if he might be able to distance himself from the impossible words.

"Well, it is better for you to believe. You can confirm it yourself. So please stop dreaming. You are such a useless man that no woman would ever want. If your mother had taken pills, this wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't give birth to trash like you." She spat. Her words were like a knife cutting deeply into his heart.

"A trash. The same trash was the same person who directed the company and helped build it to a different level. That same trash has been taken care of you and worked as a servant for so many years. You called me trash?" Jerome said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. Tears welled in his eyes but he stubbornly refused to let them flow.

"Of course you are trash. Men are supposed to be working and to provide for their family not the other way round. You even have the guts to call my future wife your wife. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Such a useless fool." Elidad rebuked him, he stared at him with disdainful eyes.

Jerome wanted to beat this man up but what if he ended up in jail? He knew he had no one. His face was a mask of rage, his jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder his teeth didn't shatter. But despite the fury that burned within him, he could not find the words to express it. His tongue was thick and heavy in his mouth, and every time he tried to speak, the sound was strangled in his throat. He knew that if he spoke out of turn, he would face dire consequences, but the anger was a wildfire that threatened to consume him.

"But baby, can we employ him? He is so pitiful. And he has nowhere to go, he can either be my driver or continue to be a servant. I feel bad for him." She said in a flirtatious tone. Her concern was genuine. Even though she never liked Jerome, she knows how hard his life is.

"You are a kindhearted person. My son chose the right person. You are right." Elidad's mom was full of admiration. To her, her daughter-in-law is the best daughter-in-law she has ever gotten.

"And who told you I would like to follow you." Jerome barked. Looking at these two shameless adulterers, he felt nothing but disgust.

"Hahaha, a beggar has no choice. You better follow us, or else you would sleep outside. You know my mother only allowed you to stay here because of me. You should drop your pride and follow me." Mia stopped eating and said in a mocking tone. She didn't believe Jerome would reject such an offer. He is a poor boy who doesn't know his background. No matter how he is being treated, he has no choice but to suffer in silence. She didn't take his words seriously and thought he was only putting on airs

"I would rather freeze in the cold than live with you." He said with determination. Does this girl have any shame? How could she ask him to be his servant after all the humiliation he has been through today?

He woke up around three o'clock A.M. just to prepare for his rival's arrival. He was humiliated by his mother-in-law who poured hot soup on him just because the soup wasn't to her expectation and now they want him to be a servant in his rival house.

Just what crime did he commit in his last life to deserve this? So is this how the world is? The rich enjoy whilst the poor suffer.

"Oh, do you think you can survive if we decide to restrict you? You are just an ant that could crash anytime.

"That is not for you to be worried about. I would rather live on the street than be with people like you." He still stood by his decision.

"Good, very good. We shall see how you will survive. Don't come begging me. It might be too late by then." Mia who thought he couldn't survive without them said with her hands folded on her chest.

"Now, get out of our house. We don't need you here." Mrs Cambridge said impatiently and dragged him out without mercy. Don't take anything with you. We bought everything for you. We would rather burn your belongings than to give it to you." She said heartlessly.

Jerome stood outside and couldn't believe how he ended up this way.

He gathered himself and started looking for jobs.

"Unfortunately, we can't hire you."

"Even though you have good results, we are sorry."

"Please we shall call," that was what they all said.

Life became unbearable for him. With nowhere to sleep and food to eat.

"You idiot, get up from here. Don't bring any bad luck to my shop."

"You smell, don't come near my shop." He was driven away wherever he went. Finally, he couldn't bear it.

"Maybe, the best way is to take my life. I will have to end it so I won't feel any pity. I am tired and can't move on again. I am physically, mentally and spiritually tired. I can't continue this again." He knelt, his eyes lifted to the sky, there was silence everywhere. Even the wind was silent. It was as if nature understood him. I don't know if nature was helping or killing him but he saw a razor blade beside him, and he picked and cut his wrist.

A moment later, all was silent. He lost consciousness and the world became so peaceful. So peaceful to him that he didn't care what would happen. Maybe this was the best choice he could make, after all, he is such a useless being.