My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

The moment my mother-in-law laid eyes on me, she barely acknowledged me with a dismissive grunt before carelessly tossing my gift onto the pile of presents. She'd never thought much of me—always convinced I wasn't good enough for her daughter, just some aimless man with no ambition.
Morgan, on the other hand, presented her with a jade bracelet, flashing that smooth, practiced smile of his. My mother-in-law's face lit up as she slipped it onto her wrist, gushing, "Morgan, you're too kind! I've always loved jade—so good for your health, you know."
Then her gaze flicked to me, and she scoffed. "Unlike some people who walk around looking like a storm cloud. Gifts from people like that? Probably cursed with bad luck."
Just then, Sandra spotted the kids. Instantly, she dropped my arm and rushed over, kneeling to sweep them into a hug. "Adam! Anna! Did you miss Mommy?"
Morgan hovered nearby, watching with that sickeningly tender smile, playing the doting husband to perfection. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Sandra's cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She brushed her hand over his chest—some pointless gesture, like she was smoothing out invisible wrinkles—and murmured, "Was the flight exhausting? Were Adam and Anna behaving?"
Then, as if remembering I existed, she quickly grabbed the little boy's hand and steered him toward me. "Regan, this is Adam. He's the older one."
The kid was practically a carbon copy of Morgan—same sharp features, same smug expression. Only about ten percent of him resembled Sandra, mostly in the thin lips and those big, round eyes.
Adam sized me up with a sneer. "You're ugly. Not even close to as handsome as my dad."
Then he turned to Sandra, pouting. "Mommy, you promised me a big present for my birthday. Where is it?"
Instead of calling him out for his rudeness, Sandra hesitated before saying, "It's ready, sweetheart. But first, you need to be polite. This is Uncle Regan. Say hello."
The kid tilted his chin up, defiant. "I know who he is. He's the loser who stole you from us. We don't like him. Go away!"
Sandra froze, but before she could react, Morgan cut in smoothly. "Sandra, kids say things they don't mean. Don't be too hard on him. He misses you—it's only natural he's upset."
Guilt flickered across her face. She knelt again, running her fingers through Adam's hair as she cooed, "Be good, okay? From now on, Mommy can spend more time with you."
The boy nodded, and Sandra's smile returned as she stood, linking arms with Morgan. They were almost out the door when she suddenly turned back, flashing me a bright, oblivious wave—like none of it had even happened.