My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Adam darted forward suddenly, getting right in my face as he hissed, "Mommy's with Daddy now. Daddy says you're pathetic—some broke loser without kids who thinks he can steal us away."
A cruel smirk twisted his lips. "This is Mommy's house. We all hate you. Why are you still here?"
An icy fist clenched around my throat. I stared numbly at the door. How could Sandra feed them these lies? Was she trying to carve my heart out with a spoon?
I sat paralyzed on the couch watching the kids shriek with laughter, tumbling around like none of this mattered.
My fingers fumbled for my phone—I needed to hear Sandra say this wasn't true. But Adam lunged, snatching it from my grip and smashing it against the floor. The screen exploded into spiderwebs.
"Don't call her," he sneered, face contorted with malice. "Mommy's on a date with Daddy. Stop trying to wreck their happiness. You're just a useless mooch—Mom only keeps you around because she feels sorry for you." He stuck out his tongue in a grotesque parody of childish innocence.
The air left my lungs. Even the kids saw me as worthless—some charity case Sandra tolerated. No wonder nobody batted an eye when she started a whole second family with Morgan.
Then everything happened at once—Adam grabbed the broken phone, yelping as glass sliced his palm. Blood pattered on the hardwood. Anna was already dialing, her voice shrill with fake panic.
Sandra and Morgan burst in minutes later. Morgan cradled Adam's hand like it was made of glass, his voice cracking: "What happened? Tell me what happened, buddy!"
Adam turned on the waterworks, gasping between sobs: "H-he threw his phone! I tried to pick it up and he called me... a bastard... told me to get lost!" Anna clung to Morgan's leg, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Morgan's glare could've melted steel. "Hamilton," he growled, jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind, "take your anger out on me. Hit me. Curse me. But don't you ever touch my son again." His eyes shone with unshed tears.
I opened my mouth—but Sandra moved faster. The slap cracked like a gunshot, whipping my head sideways.
"I knew you were hurt," she said, voice colder than Arctic ice, "but I never thought you'd attack a child." Her gaze cut deeper than the glass in Adam's hand.
"Regan, this is the Wilson family. Adam is the true heir. Who the hell do you think you are?"
They were gone before I could breathe—Sandra scooping up Adam, Morgan shepherding Anna, a perfect little tableau of righteous fury.
Hours later, I placed the divorce papers on the coffee table, edges perfectly aligned. My bags were packed when I remembered the security cameras. I sent Sandra the footage with numb fingers, then blocked her number.
"Luke?" My voice sounded foreign. "I'm ready. Come get me."
A cruel smirk twisted his lips. "This is Mommy's house. We all hate you. Why are you still here?"
An icy fist clenched around my throat. I stared numbly at the door. How could Sandra feed them these lies? Was she trying to carve my heart out with a spoon?
I sat paralyzed on the couch watching the kids shriek with laughter, tumbling around like none of this mattered.
My fingers fumbled for my phone—I needed to hear Sandra say this wasn't true. But Adam lunged, snatching it from my grip and smashing it against the floor. The screen exploded into spiderwebs.
"Don't call her," he sneered, face contorted with malice. "Mommy's on a date with Daddy. Stop trying to wreck their happiness. You're just a useless mooch—Mom only keeps you around because she feels sorry for you." He stuck out his tongue in a grotesque parody of childish innocence.
The air left my lungs. Even the kids saw me as worthless—some charity case Sandra tolerated. No wonder nobody batted an eye when she started a whole second family with Morgan.
Then everything happened at once—Adam grabbed the broken phone, yelping as glass sliced his palm. Blood pattered on the hardwood. Anna was already dialing, her voice shrill with fake panic.
Sandra and Morgan burst in minutes later. Morgan cradled Adam's hand like it was made of glass, his voice cracking: "What happened? Tell me what happened, buddy!"
Adam turned on the waterworks, gasping between sobs: "H-he threw his phone! I tried to pick it up and he called me... a bastard... told me to get lost!" Anna clung to Morgan's leg, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Morgan's glare could've melted steel. "Hamilton," he growled, jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind, "take your anger out on me. Hit me. Curse me. But don't you ever touch my son again." His eyes shone with unshed tears.
I opened my mouth—but Sandra moved faster. The slap cracked like a gunshot, whipping my head sideways.
"I knew you were hurt," she said, voice colder than Arctic ice, "but I never thought you'd attack a child." Her gaze cut deeper than the glass in Adam's hand.
"Regan, this is the Wilson family. Adam is the true heir. Who the hell do you think you are?"
They were gone before I could breathe—Sandra scooping up Adam, Morgan shepherding Anna, a perfect little tableau of righteous fury.
Hours later, I placed the divorce papers on the coffee table, edges perfectly aligned. My bags were packed when I remembered the security cameras. I sent Sandra the footage with numb fingers, then blocked her number.
"Luke?" My voice sounded foreign. "I'm ready. Come get me."
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