Schneider didn’t waste time and went straight to the point. As Jennifer had expected, the results indicated the boy wasn’t Bruce’s son.
Mr. Schneider told Bruce he’d already confronted his ex-wife about it. “I’ve met your ex-wife before calling your office, Mr. Wilson. I’ve threatened her with a little legal mumbo jumbo and she finally told me the truth.”
Bruce crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat. The lawyer continued. “It’s pretty simple. She started having an affair with your former business partner, Shayne Carter, a lot earlier than the time she told you. Their relationship was at least six months old when she got caught.”
Jennifer shook her head. My God... I officially hate her.
Mr. Schneider took a document on his desk and gave it to Bruce. “This little boy is not from you, Mr. Wilson. The tests are clear. Most likely, his father is Mr. Carter... or someone else.”
Bruce frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Your ex-wife confessed that she and Mr. Carter expressed some remorse for what they did to you, and they ended their relationship before your divorce without your knowledge. But she quickly met someone else to... let me find her exact words...” The lawyer took his notebook and flipped a few pages. “There you go: to help her overcome the pain of losing the two men she loved at the same time .”
Jennifer exploded. “Bullshit!”
Bruce took her hand. He didn’t seem to be affected. “Calm down, Jen. What about the boy? Does he have enough to live decently? Or did she lie to us again?”
“Unfortunately, she told the truth about her finances. She has a very modest income, is working part time and is struggling to make ends meet.”
Bruce sighed and closed his eyes. “What can I do for the little boy? Is there a way I can take care of him somehow?”
Jennifer looked worried. “Bruce, are you sure?”
He raised his hand. “Today I have more than enough resources to help this little boy get a better start in life. Mr. Schneider, I’d like you to find me a way to help this kid.”
“Certainly, Mr. Wilson.”
Bruce and Jennifer left Mr. Schneider’s office in silence and went back into the limo.
“It’s time you told me what you know, Jen. How did you know?”
“It’s about you, Bruce.”
“What?”
“I received the results from the urologist, remember? You went to see him last Saturday. They did a fertility test, and...” Jennifer paused and looked down. “You’re sterile, Bruce.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“You have what they call testicular azoospermia. It means you have no sperm count...”
Chapter Two
“M mm... what time is it?”
Two weeks had passed since Bruce had received the results from the urologist. Jennifer had spent the entire week-end with him, mostly talking about their relationship, Bruce’s options, and their future. He had more tests to do to confirm his condition and to consider any treatment, but Bruce had been very affected, both psychologically and emotionally. He couldn’t believe and accept that he wouldn’t be able to have his own family.
Jennifer had been very patient and supportive, reassuring Bruce that it didn’t matter as long as they understood each other.
“It’s 5:30 AM.” Bruce said, panting. He was already awake and had just done about a hundred push-ups. His chest and shoulders were pumped, looking even more impressive with the light of the ceiling coming from above.
Lying on the bed, Jennifer was observing him. She couldn’t get enough of his amazing body. Half asleep, she could see his naked buttocks - two soft, yet very muscular, cheeks flexing one after another as he was climbing up the stairs of his two-story closet.
“I can’t see it, but I know it’s there...” Jennifer said.
Bruce kept walking, without turning to see her. “What?”
“I’m really impressed that you can do your push-ups while your dick is hard.”
Bruce chuckled. “Oh, you’re talking about that... Yes, it’s
Mr. Schneider told Bruce he’d already confronted his ex-wife about it. “I’ve met your ex-wife before calling your office, Mr. Wilson. I’ve threatened her with a little legal mumbo jumbo and she finally told me the truth.”
Bruce crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat. The lawyer continued. “It’s pretty simple. She started having an affair with your former business partner, Shayne Carter, a lot earlier than the time she told you. Their relationship was at least six months old when she got caught.”
Jennifer shook her head. My God... I officially hate her.
Mr. Schneider took a document on his desk and gave it to Bruce. “This little boy is not from you, Mr. Wilson. The tests are clear. Most likely, his father is Mr. Carter... or someone else.”
Bruce frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Your ex-wife confessed that she and Mr. Carter expressed some remorse for what they did to you, and they ended their relationship before your divorce without your knowledge. But she quickly met someone else to... let me find her exact words...” The lawyer took his notebook and flipped a few pages. “There you go: to help her overcome the pain of losing the two men she loved at the same time .”
Jennifer exploded. “Bullshit!”
Bruce took her hand. He didn’t seem to be affected. “Calm down, Jen. What about the boy? Does he have enough to live decently? Or did she lie to us again?”
“Unfortunately, she told the truth about her finances. She has a very modest income, is working part time and is struggling to make ends meet.”
Bruce sighed and closed his eyes. “What can I do for the little boy? Is there a way I can take care of him somehow?”
Jennifer looked worried. “Bruce, are you sure?”
He raised his hand. “Today I have more than enough resources to help this little boy get a better start in life. Mr. Schneider, I’d like you to find me a way to help this kid.”
“Certainly, Mr. Wilson.”
Bruce and Jennifer left Mr. Schneider’s office in silence and went back into the limo.
“It’s time you told me what you know, Jen. How did you know?”
“It’s about you, Bruce.”
“What?”
“I received the results from the urologist, remember? You went to see him last Saturday. They did a fertility test, and...” Jennifer paused and looked down. “You’re sterile, Bruce.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“You have what they call testicular azoospermia. It means you have no sperm count...”
Chapter Two
“M mm... what time is it?”
Two weeks had passed since Bruce had received the results from the urologist. Jennifer had spent the entire week-end with him, mostly talking about their relationship, Bruce’s options, and their future. He had more tests to do to confirm his condition and to consider any treatment, but Bruce had been very affected, both psychologically and emotionally. He couldn’t believe and accept that he wouldn’t be able to have his own family.
Jennifer had been very patient and supportive, reassuring Bruce that it didn’t matter as long as they understood each other.
“It’s 5:30 AM.” Bruce said, panting. He was already awake and had just done about a hundred push-ups. His chest and shoulders were pumped, looking even more impressive with the light of the ceiling coming from above.
Lying on the bed, Jennifer was observing him. She couldn’t get enough of his amazing body. Half asleep, she could see his naked buttocks - two soft, yet very muscular, cheeks flexing one after another as he was climbing up the stairs of his two-story closet.
“I can’t see it, but I know it’s there...” Jennifer said.
Bruce kept walking, without turning to see her. “What?”
“I’m really impressed that you can do your push-ups while your dick is hard.”
Bruce chuckled. “Oh, you’re talking about that... Yes, it’s
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