After We Got Married, The Kids Would Follow Mom!

I was a husband on paper.

Before I married Eleanor, I signed a marriage contract stating that all my children would follow their mother’s family instead of mine. The contract clearly stated that I had no status in the household. The only difference between me and the servants was that I had to share a bed with my wife.

When my wife’s many suitors pursued her, I laughed it off. When my brother-in-law andrew and sister-in-law, Marianne, slapped me, I turned the other cheek and told them, “Good things come in pairs.”

I didn’t even budge when my father-in-law, Mr. Hubert Carney and mother-in-law, Mrs. Dolores Carney, humiliated me. Instead, I showed them what it meant to be submissive. That was the life of a son-in-law. Well, at least as long as they paid me.

But later, I suddenly realized that, without even meaning to, I was slowly rising above this wealthy family.

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When I returned home that night, I saw Eleanor and Francis Henderson standing by the entrance.

Eleanor was my wife, known as the most beautiful socialite in the elite society of Toronto. As she was a beautiful and powerful woman, she still had many admirers even after her marriage with me. One of them was Francis, who was her childhood sweetheart.

Their families had been friends for generations. It was known that he had loved her since they were young. But she never loved him back.

At least, that was what I thought.

Ever since our wedding, Eleanor and Francis had stayed in close contact. And now, as I looked at them, something felt off. It made me realize something that I had never thought before.

Eleanor’s long hair was loose, while the straps of her nightgown had slipped off her shoulders. Not to mention, her face was flushed. I could only imagine what they had been doing before my arrival interrupted them.

If I had known, I would have come back later.

Eleanor looked flustered. She didn’t even glance at me. Francis, on the other hand, glared at me and gritted his teeth.

“You came back at a bad time.”

I smiled and stretched out my hand as I told him, “Then pay up. The usual rule. It’s $100,000 per minute.”

That was the rule I had set.

This wasn’t the first time I’d come home at the ‘wrong’ moment. Every time, Francis had demanded that I leave and Eleanor had never objected. So, I started charging them $100,000 per minute.

Although Francis never paid me the full million I aimed for, he usually handed over $300,000 to $500,000 before leaving. But I always felt a little bad for Eleanor. I could last at least half an hour, while Francis barely managed three to five minutes.

Francis’ expression twisted, but he snorted and turned to leave. I sighed. No money tonight.

Then, at the doorway, Francis suddenly stopped.

“Name your price. How much for a divorce?”

I perked up for a second but quickly forced myself to look disappointed as I answered him, “When I married Eleanor, I signed a contract selling myself for $400,000. If I break the contract, I owe $10 billion in penalty fees. Are you willing to pay that much of a money for me?”

Francis froze. His eyes flickered to Eleanor. Eleanor sighed, nodded and said nothing.

Not long after that, Francis left. This wasn’t some fairy tale. Not everyone had $10 billion to throw around.

I closed the door and turned to Eleanor with a smile and asked, “Darling, do you want me to sleep with you tonight? If not, I’ll take the study.”

Eleanor stared at me for a long moment before turning and walking away.

My wife was truly a beautiful woman. She was nearly thirty, yet she still had a youthful face. Yet, her body had the amazing curves of a mature woman that made her elegant.

I changed my shoes and was about to head to the study when I noticed Eleanor had stopped at the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She hesitated before speaking, “He tried to force himself on me. I was resisting. It’s not what you think.”

I was stunned. This was the first time she had ever explained herself to me. But … did she even need to?

I raised an eyebrow and said to her, “Before we got married, you told me not to interfere in your private life. So you don’t need to explain anything to me.”

Eleanor stiffened. Then, she let out a bitter chuckle.

Finally, she sneered, “Forget the study. Sleep with me tonight.”