Todos los capítulos de I'm Done: Sold Out for His Bastard Daughter: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Vivi died during childbirth. She entrusted her baby to me. From now on, this child will be our adopted daughter," Julian had said.My face drained of color. It wasn't until I forced myself to sit up that Julian finally stopped talking."If you can't accept this, we can divorce. I'll transfer child support to you every month for you and the baby, but that's all I can give."That was the choice he gave me at the time. I could either endure the humiliation and raise the daughter of the woman he loved, or walk away with my premature son Jude and nothing.I refused to accept that, so I endured it.I had been married to him for five years. I had nearly risked my life to give birth to our child. Why should my son and I leave with nothing?Although five years had gone by, he had never shown even the slightest tenderness toward Jude or me. It felt as though all his love had died with Vivian, and the only warmth he had left was reserved for her child.Suddenly, it struck me that all my p

I said nothing and stepped into Rosy's room. Her face was flushed bright red from the fever.I stripped off her clothes, wiped her palms and neck with alcohol, and then gave her some fever medicine. The fever broke quickly after that. The moment she opened her eyes, Julian yanked me aside and scooped her up. "Sweetheart, you gave me quite a fright. Are you still uncomfortable?"Rosy's gaze was still a little dazed, but she instinctively wrapped her arms around Julian's neck. In her soft, childish voice, she murmured, "Daddy, thank you for taking care of me."Julian smiled. "It's nothing. As long as you're healthy, I don't mind doing whatever it takes."I stood to the side, laughing until tears fell.The two of them turned to look at me.I fixed my gaze on Rosy and said, "Rosy, it's me who's been taking care of you. He did nothing. For the past five years, I've raised and loved you like my own daughter. What does he have to do with that? He's just busy remembering the mother w

"I took care of Rosy for five years. She hardly ever had allergies. You, on the other hand, probably don't even know what she's allergic to," I retorted.Julian was silent for so long I almost thought he had hung up.Finally, he said, "You never told me what she was allergic to.""Didn't I?" I asked coldly. "Julian, I told you."From the moment Rosy came to me, she had diarrhea after drinking formula. As a new mother, I was always gentle and softhearted with the baby. I had tugged on Julian's sleeve and said, "She keeps having diarrhea. Maybe she's allergic to something in the formula. Let's get her tested."Julian barely looked up. He glanced at his watch and pushed me aside. "Do it yourself. I have work. Just let me know when the results are in."I swallowed my hurt and went. The tests revealed dozens of allergens. I left the reports on Julian's desk. Dust gathered on them, and he never bothered to look, yet he had the nerve to blame me."You should have reminded me. I'm so

Three days later, the shareholders' meeting commenced. I took my seat with confidence, feeling fully in control, while Julian arrived late. His white shirt was wrinkled, his expression tired, and he looked utterly defeated.Faced with the crushing votes against him, he looked bewildered. "Why are you all doing this? Have I not done my job well?"I offered a small, composed smile. "The company isn't yours to command alone. When you told the media you planned to hand the company over to Rosy, did you think about how the other shareholders would feel? Julian, you aren't cut out for this. Your place is at home, caring for the children."His expression darkened instantly. "Naomi, are you out of your mind? Do you know what you're saying?"I gave a faint smile. "Of course. When I first decided to divorce you, I worried you would struggle taking care of Rosy on your own, but you've managed surprisingly well these past few days. Since the children need their father, you should stay home and

My throat tightened, and for a moment, I was at a loss.Rosy was only six. She didn't understand any of it. Her little scuffles with Jude had been nothing more than the usual childish tiffs.In the end, it had all come from Julian's influence.I carefully wiped away her tears and gently said, "You know your real mother is someone else. That means your legal guardian is your father, not me. But if you want to stay with me, I'll do everything I can to get custody. Okay?"She clutched my fingers tightly and nodded.I took her home.The moment Jude saw her, he ran over eagerly. He grabbed all his toys and shoved them into her arms. "Rosy, don't cry. You can have all of these."Rosy sniffled and mumbled her thanks between sobs.The two children settled together peacefully, so I didn't interfere. I just told the housekeeper to keep a close watch on them.Meanwhile, the police officer sat across from me on the couch."Ms. Sanders, given that the child was abandoned by her biological