My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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A month later, my mother-in-law called with grim news—my father-in-law's heart condition had taken a turn for the worse. He'd suffered a heart attack, and now, time was running out. Sandra turned to me, her eyes pleading. "Regan, please come back with me. Dad doesn't have much time left. Let's see him one last time."
I kept flipping through my documents, my expression unreadable. "You go. Your father never liked me. I doubt he'd want me there on his deathbed. I won't make his last moments harder."
Sandra's eyes welled up, her voice trembling. "Regan, can you really throw away twenty years just like that? Isn't there any way to fix this?"
I didn't let her finish. "Sandra, the divorce papers are signed. We're done. It's better this way."
"Regan, I know I messed up. I don't want to lose you."
But in the end, she left in tears.
It wasn't that I didn't care. I was just done living a life where I had to erase myself. From now on, I wanted to chase my own dreams—not as Sandra's husband, not as the Wilsons' son-in-law. Just as me.
A week later, my father-in-law passed. Sandra handled everything alone. Before the week was over, she sold the company and transferred most of the money to me.
I stared at the staggering sum but didn't refuse. That money was my blood, sweat, and sacrifice. Then, I donated every cent to an orphanage, hoping no kid would ever end up like Joy—lost and alone.
Later, I heard Morgan got ten years in prison. His so-called "underground wife" left him, and Adam and Amy ended up in an orphanage.
As for Sandra? She vanished. Some said she left the country. Others muttered about foul play. But I knew the truth. In a quiet town in Noroeste, a little inn called The Rendra Lodge had opened. Two burly men ran the place, but no one ever saw the owner.
Rumor had it they barely charged anything—practically running at a loss. They even gave discounts to married couples.
I never went. I didn't care to.
My company was booming. As Vice President and CEO, I barely had time to eat.
Two years later, revenue hit tens of millions. I used my bonus to buy a villa with a garden and moved in with Joy.
She grew up chatty, nagging me daily to eat on time and lay off the booze.
Years rolled by—work, quiet nights, small joys. I never looked back.
The past was just a fading dream, dissolving into dust. And it would never be part of my life again.
(The End)
I kept flipping through my documents, my expression unreadable. "You go. Your father never liked me. I doubt he'd want me there on his deathbed. I won't make his last moments harder."
Sandra's eyes welled up, her voice trembling. "Regan, can you really throw away twenty years just like that? Isn't there any way to fix this?"
I didn't let her finish. "Sandra, the divorce papers are signed. We're done. It's better this way."
"Regan, I know I messed up. I don't want to lose you."
But in the end, she left in tears.
It wasn't that I didn't care. I was just done living a life where I had to erase myself. From now on, I wanted to chase my own dreams—not as Sandra's husband, not as the Wilsons' son-in-law. Just as me.
A week later, my father-in-law passed. Sandra handled everything alone. Before the week was over, she sold the company and transferred most of the money to me.
I stared at the staggering sum but didn't refuse. That money was my blood, sweat, and sacrifice. Then, I donated every cent to an orphanage, hoping no kid would ever end up like Joy—lost and alone.
Later, I heard Morgan got ten years in prison. His so-called "underground wife" left him, and Adam and Amy ended up in an orphanage.
As for Sandra? She vanished. Some said she left the country. Others muttered about foul play. But I knew the truth. In a quiet town in Noroeste, a little inn called The Rendra Lodge had opened. Two burly men ran the place, but no one ever saw the owner.
Rumor had it they barely charged anything—practically running at a loss. They even gave discounts to married couples.
I never went. I didn't care to.
My company was booming. As Vice President and CEO, I barely had time to eat.
Two years later, revenue hit tens of millions. I used my bonus to buy a villa with a garden and moved in with Joy.
She grew up chatty, nagging me daily to eat on time and lay off the booze.
Years rolled by—work, quiet nights, small joys. I never looked back.
The past was just a fading dream, dissolving into dust. And it would never be part of my life again.
(The End)
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