The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 121

When I first graduated from college and started working at the Prescott family company, my supervisor constantly bullied and berated me.

James appeared like a knight in shining armor, standing up for me and defending my dignity. He promised to be my shelter, my protector, shielding me from life's storms forever.

I believed him completely and gave him my heart and soul.

When he suggested we keep our marriage secret, I agreed without hesitation. I understood his concern that a CEO's wife from humble origins might negatively impact Prescott Industries' stock prices.

Each time I became pregnant, James would bubble with excitement like a child, exclaiming about becoming a father. Worried about my pain, he'd meticulously instruct his private doctors to use full anesthesia, never leaving my side during the procedures.

I thought he cared about me and our babies.

In reality, he was just ensuring he could personally terminate each pregnancy to provide "specimens" for his beloved Rachel's research.

All this time, I blamed myself for the stillbirths, feeling guilty for disappointing him with my "weak constitution." Looking back now, it's laughable how blind I was.

Back at home, while James was in the shower, I scheduled an abortion procedure and bought myself a plane ticket for three days later.

After his shower, toweling his hair dry, James casually mentioned, "Emily, I need to go abroad on business in three days. I'll be busy for about a month."