[What kind of idiot says that out loud? Faking the whole devoted husband thing for show? Please, bet his mistress has already had a litter of kids for him. What a fraud!]
And of course, her toxic little tantrum turned the entire delivery room into a mess.
The billionaire's wife, Judy Gardner, who is now my mom, was on the verge of losing her composure. Her emotions were already running high, and hearing those thoughts pushed her over the edge.
The poor guy had to fall to his knees, swearing his eternal love, to help her breathe normally again.
Then the baby came, and my sister was born.
And the billionaire?
He didn't even look at her. He clutched his wife like she was the only thing in the world and cried like a man who'd just seen his life flash before his eyes.
"My love, you scared me half to death."
My sister, of course, started her usual snark:
[I'm your baby, remember? Not even a glance my way, and you're still putting on this act? And that saggy old cow actually buys it? What a joke. Someone hand her a mirror. She's not even close to being billionaire-wife material.]
Just like that, the billionaire's expression turned to stone.
He ordered the nurses to take her away.
And his wife?