My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

"When my child-free wife brought home twins, I vanished without a trace."
From the very beginning, Sandra made it clear—no children. So on our wedding day, I got a vasectomy. I thought we were on the same page.
Twenty years later, I discovered the names of twins listed in the Wilson Corporation's shareholder agreement. My stomach dropped. A deep dive into the truth revealed they were Sandra's—born in secret a decade ago, with my retired in-laws by her side the whole time.
The revelation hit me like a sucker punch. Rage boiled over as I confronted her. "Why?" I demanded, my voice raw.
She didn't flinch. "So Morgan Lawrence could honor his duty to his elders."
The room spun. We fought—hard. Friends and family rushed to her defense.
"It's just kids, Regan! After twenty years, she finally told you. Doesn't that prove she cares?"
"You've been sick for years, and she never left. The Wilson empire needs heirs—who else would take over?"
My chest ached as I stared at Sandra. At forty-two, she still looked untouched by time—graceful, composed.
"If you never see them again," I said through gritted teeth, "I won't file for divorce. That's my final offer."
Sandra stood, sliding off her wedding ring with chilling calm. "They're my blood. I won't abandon them." Her eyes held no remorse. "If you can't accept that, I'll move out."
My hands clenched into fists. That was it—the last thread snapped. "Fine. We're done."
My father lunged, slamming a palm across my face. "You'd divorce a woman like Sandra? I'll break your damn legs!"
My cousin sneered. "After everything she's done for this family? They're just kids—you're not even paying for them! Stop being selfish!"
The room buzzed with pleas for me to back down. Sandra stood silent, her face unreadable.
Finally, she spoke, voice soft. "Regan… that wasn't my intention."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "Intentions don't matter. You broke your vows."
Her expression darkened, but I couldn't decipher it. "We're not young anymore. We've survived so much—I thought you'd understand."
"I was just keeping a promise to Morgan," she continued, as if explaining the weather. "They're my responsibility, not my heart. Why are you making this a bigger deal than it is?"
Her words cut deeper than any blade. So this was my reward—twenty years of loyalty, met with cold dismissal. She'd rewritten our marriage without me, and now, she expected me to fall in line.
Not a chance.