My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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The moment those words hit me, white-hot fury erupted in my chest. "Sandra," I spat, "was I just your fallback guy? Some convenient tool you could pick up and put down whenever it suited you? You don't get to come crawling back now that your life's fallen apart! I don't owe you a damn thing!"
My voice turned razor sharp. "And what gives you the right to talk to me about children now?"
Sandra's face drained of color instantly. Her features twisted in anguish, then flushed crimson with shame before she buried them in her hands and fled.
No explanation was needed - I already knew. Maybe at first it had just been a moment of weakness. But over time... that must have changed. The first flutter of life inside her. The growing wonder of motherhood.
That's how people work, isn't it? What starts as nothing becomes everything. A bond forms. How could anyone not love the life they'd carried for nine months?
But hearts can only break so many times.
Sandra took a room at some cheap motel in town and started showing up at the construction site daily, bearing gifts for Joy - dolls, tiny dresses, the works.
Joy eyed the offerings, then clasped her hands behind her back. "Daddy buys me stuff," she declared loudly. "Daddy doesn't like you, so I don't want your things. Take 'em back!" She turned away with a huff.
Sandra's face fell, but she still trailed after Joy until she found me.
"Go home, Sandra," I said without turning around. "Your company needs you."
But she dogged my steps anyway. "Regan, look!" She thrust out her phone. "I restored our wedding photos. Completely remodeled the house just how you'd like it. Bought three new cars - pick whichever one you want!"
I gave her a blank stare, my lips sealed tight.
After an eternity of silence, Sandra's voice shrank to a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Regan," she hiccuped, sounding like a chastened kid. "I never should've... God, I regret everything."
Her tear-filled eyes searched mine with desperate hope. "If we'd had a baby back then... do you think he would've had your smile? Your good heart?"
Her voice cracked. "Would it have made a difference? Would you have... could you ever have forgiven me?"
I met her gaze without blinking, then shouldered past her toward the worksite. The sound of her quiet weeping followed me all the way.
My voice turned razor sharp. "And what gives you the right to talk to me about children now?"
Sandra's face drained of color instantly. Her features twisted in anguish, then flushed crimson with shame before she buried them in her hands and fled.
No explanation was needed - I already knew. Maybe at first it had just been a moment of weakness. But over time... that must have changed. The first flutter of life inside her. The growing wonder of motherhood.
That's how people work, isn't it? What starts as nothing becomes everything. A bond forms. How could anyone not love the life they'd carried for nine months?
But hearts can only break so many times.
Sandra took a room at some cheap motel in town and started showing up at the construction site daily, bearing gifts for Joy - dolls, tiny dresses, the works.
Joy eyed the offerings, then clasped her hands behind her back. "Daddy buys me stuff," she declared loudly. "Daddy doesn't like you, so I don't want your things. Take 'em back!" She turned away with a huff.
Sandra's face fell, but she still trailed after Joy until she found me.
"Go home, Sandra," I said without turning around. "Your company needs you."
But she dogged my steps anyway. "Regan, look!" She thrust out her phone. "I restored our wedding photos. Completely remodeled the house just how you'd like it. Bought three new cars - pick whichever one you want!"
I gave her a blank stare, my lips sealed tight.
After an eternity of silence, Sandra's voice shrank to a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Regan," she hiccuped, sounding like a chastened kid. "I never should've... God, I regret everything."
Her tear-filled eyes searched mine with desperate hope. "If we'd had a baby back then... do you think he would've had your smile? Your good heart?"
Her voice cracked. "Would it have made a difference? Would you have... could you ever have forgiven me?"
I met her gaze without blinking, then shouldered past her toward the worksite. The sound of her quiet weeping followed me all the way.
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