My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Morgan spun around in a flash, clamping a hand over Adam's mouth. Panic flashed in his eyes as he shot a desperate glance at Sandra.
Then—boom.
The realization hit Sandra like a thunderclap. Her gaze locked onto Adam and Anna, her mind reeling.
She had only held them for a fleeting moment after giving birth before returning to the country. The next time she saw them was at their hundred-day celebration. What mother could ever imagine the children she carried weren't hers?
Her face drained of color. Trembling, she pointed at Morgan, her voice razor-sharp. "Who is Adam calling 'Mom'? Who is his real mother?"
Minutes later, the doctor arrived, drawing blood for a DNA test.
Morgan exploded. "You heartless woman!" he roared. "What kind of mother doubts her own children? Do you have any idea what this will do to Adam? How is he supposed to face society after this?"
Sandra didn't flinch. She motioned for the bodyguards to restrain him as she sat, eerily composed, while the needle slid into her vein.
An hour later, the results shattered everything.
Adam and Anna shared no biological ties to her. Adam was Morgan's—but Anna? She wasn't even Morgan's.
Sandra's legs gave out. She crumpled to the floor, her voice raw. "Morgan... where is my child?"
Morgan's face twisted into something dark. A slow, cruel smirk spread across his lips as he let out a bone-chilling laugh.
Sandra lunged. Her hands locked around his throat, squeezing with every ounce of strength until his face turned purple. The bodyguards barely managed to drag her off before she killed him.
She had him arrested for child abduction.
After a day in police custody, Morgan finally cracked.
The truth?
After college, he'd been drowning in dead-end jobs when he met Sandra—successful, wealthy, and happily child-free with her husband.
So he crafted a plan.
He played the perfect friend—warm but not too eager. He brought her homemade soups, lent a listening ear, became her steady rock.
Then came the "hero" moment: a staged attack where he "saved" her from a homeless man, throwing punches like some action-movie protagonist.
But the real masterstroke? His "dying" mother.
He took Sandra to her bedside, where the frail woman wept about her greatest regret—never seeing her son marry or hold a grandchild.
That night, Morgan drowned himself in liquor, sobbing into Sandra's arms. Drunk and impulsive, she agreed to have his baby.
One night. One mistake.
The next morning, he was on his knees, swearing he'd disappear after the birth.
Thirty days later, Sandra saw the positive test.
And now?
Now she knew—none of it was real.
Then—boom.
The realization hit Sandra like a thunderclap. Her gaze locked onto Adam and Anna, her mind reeling.
She had only held them for a fleeting moment after giving birth before returning to the country. The next time she saw them was at their hundred-day celebration. What mother could ever imagine the children she carried weren't hers?
Her face drained of color. Trembling, she pointed at Morgan, her voice razor-sharp. "Who is Adam calling 'Mom'? Who is his real mother?"
Minutes later, the doctor arrived, drawing blood for a DNA test.
Morgan exploded. "You heartless woman!" he roared. "What kind of mother doubts her own children? Do you have any idea what this will do to Adam? How is he supposed to face society after this?"
Sandra didn't flinch. She motioned for the bodyguards to restrain him as she sat, eerily composed, while the needle slid into her vein.
An hour later, the results shattered everything.
Adam and Anna shared no biological ties to her. Adam was Morgan's—but Anna? She wasn't even Morgan's.
Sandra's legs gave out. She crumpled to the floor, her voice raw. "Morgan... where is my child?"
Morgan's face twisted into something dark. A slow, cruel smirk spread across his lips as he let out a bone-chilling laugh.
Sandra lunged. Her hands locked around his throat, squeezing with every ounce of strength until his face turned purple. The bodyguards barely managed to drag her off before she killed him.
She had him arrested for child abduction.
After a day in police custody, Morgan finally cracked.
The truth?
After college, he'd been drowning in dead-end jobs when he met Sandra—successful, wealthy, and happily child-free with her husband.
So he crafted a plan.
He played the perfect friend—warm but not too eager. He brought her homemade soups, lent a listening ear, became her steady rock.
Then came the "hero" moment: a staged attack where he "saved" her from a homeless man, throwing punches like some action-movie protagonist.
But the real masterstroke? His "dying" mother.
He took Sandra to her bedside, where the frail woman wept about her greatest regret—never seeing her son marry or hold a grandchild.
That night, Morgan drowned himself in liquor, sobbing into Sandra's arms. Drunk and impulsive, she agreed to have his baby.
One night. One mistake.
The next morning, he was on his knees, swearing he'd disappear after the birth.
Thirty days later, Sandra saw the positive test.
And now?
Now she knew—none of it was real.
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