The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 6

Now, with Fletcher’s betrayal still fresh, their words felt like daggers.

“Dad, Mom, I’m your daughter. Why do you always take Fletcher’s side?”

“We—”

She cut them off. “And is it my fault I don’t work? It was Fletcher who begged me to quit my job and stay home. If I had stayed in my career, I’d be just as successful as he is by now, if not more.”

Vivica had been a star student her whole life, earning a master’s in computer science by twenty-three and landing a job at a major tech firm right out of school through a professor’s recommendation. Within a year, she was a project lead with a brilliant future ahead of her. If it hadn’t been for Fletcher’s sweet-talking and relentless pleading, she never would have been soft-hearted enough to give it all up to become a homemaker.

Her bosses and professors had all lamented her decision. And even during her years “hidden away” at home, whenever Fletcher’s tech company ran into a difficult problem, she was the one who solved it. She was never a trophy wife living off a man; she had simply been willing to shed her own spotlight for love.

Seeing their daughter’s temper flare, Evelyn exchanged a look with her husband. They decided not to push her further.

“We know you sacrificed your career for the family,” Evelyn soothed. “It’s normal to feel resentful sometimes. We’ll have Fletcher apologize to you properly later.”

“It’s pointless,” Vivica said coldly.

“Then what do you want?” Zebulon’s face hardened at her stubbornness. “Don’t tell me you want a divorce over this.”

“I want a divorce?” Vivica looked at her father and let out a cold laugh. “Did Fletcher not tell you why I didn’t want him to see Chaim?”

“Why?”

Fletcher, who had been watching Vivica and her parents from the corner of his eye, saw the tense atmosphere. He settled Chaim on the bed and walked over.

“Dad, Mom, could you sit with Chaim for a minute? Vivica and I need to talk alone,” he said quietly.

Zebulon looked at him. “Fletcher, Vivica said you want a divorce?”

Fletcher knew he couldn’t avoid it. He nodded. “Yes. I’m prepared to compensate Vivica, but Chaim needs to stay with me.”

Vivica’s eyes blazed with fury. She looked straight at her husband and said, “If Chaim has leukemia, will you still want him?”

“What did you say?” Fletcher’s face was a mask of shock.