After Securing the Billionaire Heir, My Cheating Husband is Useless

On our wedding night, Julian and Chloe had a wild, scandalous night at a six-star hotel. She even FaceTime-called me to gloat. I didn't even bother to listen—I just blocked and deleted her. By the time I handled the PR control with the media and drove to the Vance estate, it was already noon the next day. Julian was kneeling outside the mansion gates, his back covered in bloody whip marks. Seeing me, he gritted his teeth. "Claire, you just love running to my parents, don't you? Give up. I will never love you. Giving you the title of Mrs. Vance is already insulting Chloe. My heart belongs only to her!" Hearing this, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face! Julian went ballistic, but I just shook my hand out. "You idiot, who said I wanted your love?" "If it weren't for our families' business merger, do you really think I'd look twice at a brain-dead fool like you?" "You don't even know how to cover your tracks when you cheat. I'll deal with you later!" His face turned black with rage. I stepped past him and walked inside, meeting my mother-in-law's eyes. She had heard everything just now. She had deliberately made Julian kneel at the door for me to see. I handed her the PR settlement invoices. "Thirty million to buy the media's silence. But I can't guarantee anything about Chloe Bennett. Both the Vance and Sterling families need to be prepared for our stocks to plunge at any second." My mother-in-law, Victoria, nodded slightly. "You handled this well." "But Julian is still young. He's been entangled with that girl for years. I will never let her marry into this family." "Now that you've slapped him, you still need to focus on producing an heir as soon as possible." Saying that, she slid a leather folder across the table. "The luxury resort in the Hamptons. My wedding gift to you." After staying up all night, getting a two-hundred-million-dollar luxury resort made my anger vanish instantly. "Thank you, Victoria. I'll do my best." Outside, Julian roared, "In your dreams! I will never touch you, let alone have a child with you!" He stumbled inside, leaning against the wall, his face flushed with anger. I spared him a dismissive glance and walked upstairs to my father-in-law's study. I needed to squeeze another hefty compensation out of Arthur Vance! Julian was fuming, but I didn't come out until an hour later. The moment I walked down, I saw Julian holding Chloe. Seeing me, she flashed her ring and stormed up to my face. "You shameless bitch! Trying to use a baby to trap Julian? Let me tell you, keep dreaming!" "I've seen plenty of pathetic gold-diggers like you!" I crossed my arms. "Then why don't you get pregnant? If you have his kid, you can keep him forever. Is it because you don't want to, or... you can't?" I looked at her, then at Julian, pretending to have a sudden, shocking realization. "Oh, wait. Is it because... he can't perform?" Julian’s face went dead dark. "Claire! That's enough!" Chloe shrieked too. "My Julian just loves me too much to let me suffer through childbirth!" "Pregnancy ruins a woman's body and makes her age fast. I don't want that! I will always be his little princess!" She clung to Julian's chest, looking smug. I was literally amused to tears. "Ultra-wealthy families have top-tier postpartum recovery teams. Ruining your body? Non-existent." "Ah, I forgot. You have absolutely no idea how high society works. It seems Julian doesn't love you that much after all, since he never tells you anything." Julian was about to explode. "Stop driving a wedge between us!" "Chloe and I share true love. You will never have my heart!" I sneered, pulling out two property deeds. "I prefer your parents' practicality. Your heart? What would I want that useless trash for? It’s not even worth a single mansion." Julian's face turned ash-gray. I rolled my eyes, brushing past him. As I did, I scanned him up and down. "The paparazzi caught your wild night on camera. I didn't expect it to last barely ten minutes from start to finish. Pathetic." With that, I got into my car and drove off, catching a glimpse of Julian stamping his feet in rage in my rearview mirror.I returned to our penthouse—the marital home the Vances bought us. I went straight to the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and slept like the dead. I didn't wake up until evening. Dinner was already prepared. Just as I was eating, Julian came back. Seeing me, he looked incredibly bitter and said coldly, "Claire, you still have the appetite to eat? Because of you, Chloe is on the verge of taking her own life!" I raised an eyebrow. "If she can't survive, it’s only because you're too incompetent." "Julian, you want to have your cake and eat it too. Since she's dying, what are you doing back here?" Julian gritted his teeth so hard they nearly broke. "If my mother hadn't forced me, I wouldn't set foot in this place!" Hearing this, I laughed. "So you do have someone you fear. I thought you were utterly fearless. What's wrong? Feeling your position threatened? Want me to help you?" I took a sip of my soup, composed myself, and watched Julian sit across the table. "How do you know?" "Is it that hard to guess?" I raised an eyebrow. "Your father has two illegitimate sons abroad. Ivy League grads, brilliant, highly capable." "Even an outsider like me knows. You think you can keep playing dumb?" "The Vance empire is only where it is today because of your grandfather. All he wants is for you to produce an heir. Otherwise, your title as the Golden Boy of the Upper East Side is going to someone else." "Don't even think about it!" I shrugged. "Whatever. As long as the baby in my belly carries the Vance bloodline, I don't care." "You're just a title. If you get kicked out, those bastards can come back. I wouldn't mind changing my alliance to one of them. After all, the Sterlings have plenty of money!" I wiped my mouth and stood up, ignoring his livid expression, and left him with one final blow. "Besides, you're already dirty. I have no interest in you anyway." Julian was so enraged his face turned purple. He stood up abruptly and lunged in front of me. "What did you say?!" "Isn't it true? I watched your leaked video last night. It was mediocre at best. I suggest you take some supplements." "Even if Chloe doesn't want to get pregnant, you're not young anymore—you're in your thirties. Don't end up shooting blanks when you finally want to!" I walked straight toward the master bedroom. The next second, a massive force threw me down onto the bed. Looking at Julian, who was tearing at my clothes like a madman, I sighed. Whatever, I'll just pretend I'm getting bitten by a dog. Julian froze for a second, then bit down on my neck with a ferocious intensity. "I'll show you whether I can perform or not!" Just as he was about to pin me down, his phone suddenly rang. Chloe's sobbing voice came through the speaker. "Julian, there are so many reporters outside my door! Didn't you say Claire handled them? Why are they still here calling me a homewrecker?!" The volume was so loud I could hear every word. I couldn't help but chuckle softly. Julian glared at me savagely. On the other end, Chloe shrieked, "Julian, what are you doing?!" "Sleeping!" My voice echoed through the line, and she instantly broke down. Julian hung up immediately, his eyes dark and menacing. "You did this on purpose!" "I'm just stating facts. I like to sleep early." "Go on, she's waiting for you." I stood up, my silk nightgown hugging my curves, which were easily as good as Chloe's. In the end, Julian left anyway. But I smiled. No man can resist a beautiful, wealthy woman. Besides, Julian is an idiot. He loves the fantasy of two women fighting over him. He would eventually crawl back.I didn't care how he handled it. But in the middle of the night, I was violently dragged out of sleep and thrown onto the floor. I shook my head, meeting Julian's furious eyes. I was thoroughly annoyed. "You set the paparazzi on her, didn't you?! You said thirty million settled it! Why did they still find her?! Why?!" My temper flared. The sleepiness I had fought so hard to get vanished instantly. I jumped up and slapped him hard! "Use your pea-sized brain for once! I never said the woman in the video was Chloe Bennett!" "From beginning to end, only your face was visible in the leaks. Who do you think leaked her identity?!" I patted Julian's cheek condescendingly. "Idiot. Get out!" With that, I kicked him out of the room! Julian didn't try to break the door down after that. The next day, it was time for the traditional post-wedding Sunday family dinner at my parents' estate. I packed the gifts and saw Julian standing by the door as I walked out. I ignored him, but his face looked tense as he followed me. "About last night... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have accused you without checking first." I found it amusing. "So, who was it?" "Chloe is just feeling insecure." "So how are you going to compensate me?" I held out my hand. Julian's eyes flickered, but he eventually sent me three million dollars via PayPal. I sneered, taking the money, but didn't forget to warn him: "Keep your little first love on a leash. If she ever comes boasting to my face again, I will leak the uncensored, full HD version of your video and seal her reputation as a homewrecker forever!" I stepped on the gas and sped away, leaving Julian fuming behind me before he quickly drove to follow. When we arrived, my parents nodded in approval at the sight of Julian. He followed my dad into the study, and they talked for God knows how long. My mom looked at me and arched an eyebrow. "How's it going?" I shook my head. My mom frowned. "Are you really going to let that mistress walk all over you? Give him hell!" "I know, don't worry. He'll take the bait soon. All I need from him is a child." Julian is stupid, but Chloe isn't. The paparazzi drama yesterday had already reached Victoria's ears. No doubt Julian's midnight tantrum got him a severe lashing from his mother. That was why he put on a show and accompanied me home today. During dinner, my mom specifically had the chef serve Julian a specialized stamina soup, subtly mocking him by saying he looked exhausted with dark circles under his eyes. Julian couldn't say much and just gulped down the soup. After dinner, my mom insisted I stay the night to rest, and I didn't refuse. Julian began to look off. His face was flushed red. My heart skipped a beat, recalling my mom's mischievous wink before she left. She had drugged him! Well, Julian, you walked right into this one. I grabbed his arm. "Come on, let me show you my old bedroom." He leaned in close, following me to my old room. As we walked in, I was stunned—it was a massive, newly upgraded California King bed. Before I could even show him around, Julian couldn't restrain himself anymore. Oh well, since we're already here. This time, I got exactly what I wanted, though Julian's performance was still utterly disappointing. I pushed him aside in disgust, wrapped myself in the duvet, and went to sleep, ignoring him entirely. The next morning, his phone was buzzing with missed calls. I was surprised to find that my mom had actually installed a signal jammer in the hallway just to keep us from being disturbed. When a particularly shrill ringtone pierced the air, I picked up his phone. "Julian, where are you? Have you abandoned me?" "I've been waiting for you! I'm so scared!" Chloe's whiny, melodramatic crying made me frown. I intentionally let out a soft, sleepy moan near the speaker: "Julian, baby... someone's calling you." The voice on the other end stopped instantly, followed by a hysterical shriek: "Claire?! How is that you?!" "You bitch! Don't you dare think you can carry a Vance child!"I lazily pressed the phone against Julian's ear. Hearing Chloe's screaming, he bolted upright. "Chloe, let me explain!" He was panicked. Seeing himself completely naked under the sheets next to me, his face turned pitch black. As she kept crying over the phone, I tapped Julian's shoulder. "Go soothe your girl. Keep it down, I'm trying to sleep." "You were so rough last night." Hearing this, Chloe sobbed even harder. "Julian, I never want to see you again!" With a sharp click, she hung up. Julian's face was livid. He gritted his teeth, "Claire, you really are a manipulative snake!" I kept my eyes half-closed. "You were the one who tore my nightgown last night. We have security cameras in this room, want me to pull the footage? I recorded the whole thing." He practically jumped out of bed! "You... how can a woman be so shameless!" I replied nonchalantly, "I just wanted to see exactly how many minutes you could last." Julian furiously threw on his clothes and stormed out, only to run into my mom at the door. Julian cleared his throat awkwardly. "Something came up at the office. I have to go. Claire is still sleeping." My mom didn't expose him, only offering a polite nod. I watched him flee from my window, sneering inside. Then, I made a quick call. Since he's a tool, I might as well maximize his utility. Right now, Julian was utterly overwhelmed. Chloe was threatening suicide again and got caught by the paparazzi. This time, I didn't lift a finger to help; I simply shut down my phone. After a relaxing rest, I turned my phone back on. Unsurprisingly, there were dozens of missed calls, but none from Julian. I wasn't angry. I received a Snapchat text from my informant: "Fake suicide." I knew it. Chloe's classic dramatic tricks are getting old. After making myself presentable, I went to the private clinic for an OB-GYN checkup. I was in my ovulation window, and I hoped Julian's sperm had done its job this time. To my surprise, as I walked out of the clinic, I ran right into Chloe in the hallway. Seeing me leave the OB-GYN wing, she charged at me to slap me, but I grabbed her wrist tightly and flung her aside. Chloe sobbed, "Why are you doing this to me? Julian and I are in love!" I crossed my arms and stared down at her. "Are you insane? If you love him, go bother him. Why are you coming after me?" She glared at me with pure hatred. "If it weren't for you, Julian wouldn't have done this! You seduced him!" She held up her wrist, which was wrapped in bloody gauze. I stared at it. Wow, quite a performance! "He broke his promise! He slept with you! He's dirty now!" I raised an eyebrow. "If that's the case, why don't you dump him?" "Never! I know you're just jealous of me!" She looked half-mad. "Even if you have his body, you'll never have his heart! You're just a baby-making machine!" "Julian told me that once you give birth, he'll kick you out and raise the baby with me!" Wow, she brainwashed herself fast. First she said I couldn't have his baby, now she's planning to steal it? I'll take the baby and dump the father! This is my body, and I'm the one who decides whether to give birth. Nobody can force me. This woman is completely out of her mind. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past her. But she blocked my path, suddenly raising her voice to a dramatic wail, "I was wrong! Please forgive me, Miss Sterling! I'll never do it again!" Then she threw herself backward. Recognizing her cheap setup instantly, I grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and slapped her three times hard across the face, knocking her to the floor. The surrounding crowd gasped and stared. "Claire, you're dead!"