My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I squeezed my eyes shut as the past came rushing back.
Twenty years ago, in college, when false accusations turned everyone against me, Sandra was the only one who stood by me. That was the moment I fell for her—her courage, her beauty, her unwavering spirit.
I never thought we'd end up together. Our paths seemed destined to run parallel, never crossing.
But fate had other plans.
A year after graduation, her family's empire crumbled. Her conniving half-sister and some lowlife schemed to forge documents and drain the company dry. The Wilson Corporation was on the verge of collapse.
I didn't hesitate—I walked away from my career and stepped into the chaos. Sandra and I fought side by side for years, swallowing our pride, drinking ourselves sick in backroom deals, begging investors for scraps just to keep the company alive.
It took five grueling years to bring Wilson Corporation back from the brink.
When we finally married, Sandra confessed she never wanted children—the betrayal from her half-sister had cut too deep. So on our wedding day, I made the choice for both of us: I got a vasectomy.
A year later, under relentless pressure from our families, I took the blame. I handed them a doctor's note claiming I was the problem. From then on, bitter tonics and herbal concoctions became my daily punishment.
One night, Sandra held me close, her eyes filled with worry. "Regan, let's just tell them the truth. All this medicine… it's not good for you."
I met her gaze. "Are you sure you can handle their judgment? Because 'not wanting kids' and 'not being able to have them' are two very different things. But if you're ready, I'll stand by you."
She hesitated.
So I promised her then—if she ever changed her mind, I'd reverse the procedure. No questions asked.
She agreed.
Ten years ago, the pressure suddenly stopped. My mother-in-law stopped glaring at me, stopped forcing bitter remedies down my throat. They packed up, moved abroad, and left the house to us. I thought they'd finally accepted our choice.
But the truth?
The Wilson Corporation already had its heirs—twins.
Those six years Sandra claimed she was "studying abroad"? She was raising children.
The betrayal hit like a knife to the gut. "Sandra," I said, voice raw, "do you even know the difference between responsibility and love? Was this your idea of kindness—making me the fool who never saw it coming?"
Guilt flickered across her face. "I'm sorry, Regan. I didn't want you to go through surgery, but… I wanted to be a mother."
Then, softer: "They won't interfere with our lives. And if you want… the children could even call you 'Father.'"
Like that was supposed to fix everything.
Twenty years ago, in college, when false accusations turned everyone against me, Sandra was the only one who stood by me. That was the moment I fell for her—her courage, her beauty, her unwavering spirit.
I never thought we'd end up together. Our paths seemed destined to run parallel, never crossing.
But fate had other plans.
A year after graduation, her family's empire crumbled. Her conniving half-sister and some lowlife schemed to forge documents and drain the company dry. The Wilson Corporation was on the verge of collapse.
I didn't hesitate—I walked away from my career and stepped into the chaos. Sandra and I fought side by side for years, swallowing our pride, drinking ourselves sick in backroom deals, begging investors for scraps just to keep the company alive.
It took five grueling years to bring Wilson Corporation back from the brink.
When we finally married, Sandra confessed she never wanted children—the betrayal from her half-sister had cut too deep. So on our wedding day, I made the choice for both of us: I got a vasectomy.
A year later, under relentless pressure from our families, I took the blame. I handed them a doctor's note claiming I was the problem. From then on, bitter tonics and herbal concoctions became my daily punishment.
One night, Sandra held me close, her eyes filled with worry. "Regan, let's just tell them the truth. All this medicine… it's not good for you."
I met her gaze. "Are you sure you can handle their judgment? Because 'not wanting kids' and 'not being able to have them' are two very different things. But if you're ready, I'll stand by you."
She hesitated.
So I promised her then—if she ever changed her mind, I'd reverse the procedure. No questions asked.
She agreed.
Ten years ago, the pressure suddenly stopped. My mother-in-law stopped glaring at me, stopped forcing bitter remedies down my throat. They packed up, moved abroad, and left the house to us. I thought they'd finally accepted our choice.
But the truth?
The Wilson Corporation already had its heirs—twins.
Those six years Sandra claimed she was "studying abroad"? She was raising children.
The betrayal hit like a knife to the gut. "Sandra," I said, voice raw, "do you even know the difference between responsibility and love? Was this your idea of kindness—making me the fool who never saw it coming?"
Guilt flickered across her face. "I'm sorry, Regan. I didn't want you to go through surgery, but… I wanted to be a mother."
Then, softer: "They won't interfere with our lives. And if you want… the children could even call you 'Father.'"
Like that was supposed to fix everything.
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