Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve)

Chapter 41

Anthony was in disbelief at first.

Samson’s identity made him look foolish.

Anthony’s kindness and patience weren’t for Rosalie. They were for Austin’s sake.

Now that the truth was out, he couldn’t believe it when they said Rosalie was going to jump off the building.

And to his surprise, she was actually on the rooftop!

Aiden sent him a video.

Rosalie stood on the rooftop, looking shaky and pitiful. She seemed on the verge of falling from the tall building at any moment as if even a breeze could make it happen.

Regardless of Aiden’s efforts, she refused to come down.

She stood there, screaming and crying uncontrollably. “I’ve got to see Anthony. If he doesn’t show up, I might just jump. love him so much. I had to leave the country before, and he knows about it! I came back just for him, not for any money! Anthony, they’re accusing me wrongly. I love you deeply. Please believe me!”

Anthony remained unfazed after watching the video.

After a brief pause, he replayed the video.

As the video neared its end, the camera shifted to capture a familiar figure that swiftly passed by. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Genevieve stood at the balcony entrance, seemingly unaffected by the scene. She casually enjoyed the spectacle, crossing

her arms in a leisurely manner.

Rosalie played the role of the actor, while Genevieve assumed the role of the audience.

Soon, Alden called.

Anthony took a moment to think, then promptly hung up the call.

His focus was always on the result.

Rosalie had already cost him a great deal.

The next day, as Anthony arrived at the hospital, he found Rosalie lying there, weeping in sorrow.

Of course, she hadn’t carried out her threat to jump off the building.

To her surprise, Anthony had not shown up at all the day before.

Rosalie felt a deep sense of crisis. She was overwhelmed with panic.

Tm in a hurry. If you don’t have anything to say, I’ll leave. I’ll be sending Samson abroad, Anthony said indifferently.

Rosalie paused. She gazed at the unfamiliar and distant Anthony while she spoke in a trembling volce. “I was Innocent. I admit that I had a boyfriend during my time in the dance troupe. He claimed

to be single when we started dating. However, when I discovered he already had a child, I broke up with him immediately. Afterward, I met Austin, and eventually,1 became pregnant, and the child is Austin’s.”

Anthony

kept his expression unchanged. “However, the DNA test results tell a different story,” he said coldly.

He wasn’t one to delve into others‘ private affairs, and Rosalie’s personal life was of no concern to him.

He merely acknowledged the undeniable facts.

Tears streamed down Rosalie’s face as she spoke with agitation. “There must be a mistake. If the test results are accurate, perhaps….maybe Samson isn’t my biological child. My real child might have been taken away!”

A fleeting hint of emotion crossed Anthony’s stern gaze.

Emotions surged through Rosalie, propelling her off the bed and onto the floor in a stumbling rush. Ignoring everything else. in the room, she made her way to Anthony and clutched his clothes. Her voice trembled with desperation as she cried out, “I swear, the baby I brought into this world is Austin’s. The hospital has the birth certificate and blood samples to prove it. If there’s been any mix–up, there must be signs. Anthony, for the sake of Austin, I beg you, please help me…”

A shadow fell over Anthony’s face, his features hardening into a stern expression. His gaze bore into Rosalie with an unforgiving intensity as he lowered his head to scrutinize her. His words, delivered with a lack of emotion, cut through the air. “I’ll conduct a thorough investigation, Rosalie. I hope what you’re telling me is the truth.”

With those words hanging in the air, he pushed her away and made a swift exit.

Rosalie’s cries echoed pitifully from behind as if releasing the pent–up, hysterical pain within her.

Margaret stood just beyond the doorway. When she witnessed Anthony and a woman engaging in a physical altercation, anger coursed through her, causing a noticeable tremble

“Take a good look. Doesn’t this woman strike you as familiar?” Margaret asked.

She stood at a distance with her husband, Frank Hoffman. They were beyond earshot of the conversation taking place inside. Nonetheless, by merely watching Rosalie’s actions, Margaret felt an unsettling intuition that something was amiss.

Frank narrowed his eyes and commented with disdain, “Isn’t that the kid’s first love?”

A realization hit Margaret, and she grew infuriated. “It’s her! How dare she show her face again!” she growled.

They hadn’t met Rosalie in person before.

However, three years ago, Quincey would curse almost every day while clutching Rosalie’s photograph.

The tumultuous scene unfolded before them compelled Margaret to storm over. She disregarded the snusta –

“And who are you? What’s it to you? Mind your own business!” Rosalie retorted with a defiant sneer.

Frank, who was outside, sensed something amiss and promptly rushed in. He grabbed Margaret’s hand and fixed his intense gaze on Rosalie.

“Three years ago, you deliberately caused a car accident and tried to create the illusion of being a hero. Do you think no one knows about that?” he questioned.

A pallor swept over Rosalie’s face, her eyes widening in shock as she gazed at Frank.

Panic flickered in her eyes.

“W–Who are you people?” Rosalie stammered.

Frank snorted. “Three years back, you were barred from the Hoffman family, and guess what? Three years on, nothing’s changed. Keep dreaming!”

Margaret couldn’t help but let her voice rise. “Exactly. He’s married now. Show some decency. Keep your distance, or might just unveil your secrets to him. Do you really think he’d still trust you?”

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Rosalie rose to her feet. There was a defiant glint in her eyes.

“He divorced for me. Sooner or later, I’ll be his!” Rosalie exclaimed.

At the mere mention of “divorce,” Margaret’s face paled. She pointed at Rosalie and spoke in a trembling voice. “What did you just say? You….

If Margaret’s health hadn’t been robust, the surge of anger might have overcome her.

Frank grabbed Margaret’s hand, and without uttering a single word, they left. The door slammed shut behind them.

In a panic, Rosalie fumbled for her phone and dialed a long–neglected number.

After a few rings, someone answered.

“How could anyone know the truth about the car accident three years ago? Mr. Hoffman showed up and threatened me!” Rosalie bellowed.

The voice on the other end, a woman’s, emitted a hoarse and sharp laugh.

“The driver is still in a vegetative state and unlikely to ever wake up. How could anyone know? My dear daughter, I happen to be a bit tight on funds these days…”

Fear seized Rosalie’s thoughts, and she clutched at her hair in a frenzy.

Are you still my mom? Help me get rid of Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman. After that, we can talk about the money…” Rosalie said.

She rushed outside, only to find that the two had already disappeared.

However, a glimmer of hope sparked in her mind as she recalled the surveillance cameras might have captured images of

them.

Meanwhile, still trembling from the recent confrontation, Margaret hastily left the hospital and dialed Anthony’s number.

“Have you divorced Gen?” she asked.