My Childfree Wife's Hidden Heirs - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Morgan rolled his eyes with contempt. "Sandra, you're too soft. Honestly? Just let him rot out there. A few nights on the streets and he'll come slinking back like a kicked puppy."
A smug grin spread across his face. "Let's be real - without the Wilsons, that nobody's nothing. Just some stray you picked up. He should be licking our boots for scraps, and yet he thought he could measure up to Adam?"
The wedding photo smashed into Morgan's skull mid-sentence.
Sandra stood trembling, words dying in her throat. So this was the truth - not just Morgan's view, but everyone's. Her parents included. To them, Regan had always been less than human - some charity case, a housebroken mutt who'd forgotten his place.
How many years had he endured this humiliation behind her back? The whispers, the sideways glances. Being a live-in son-in-law was shameful enough, but an infertile one? In their eyes, he might as well have worn a dog collar.
God, she'd been spineless. Why hadn't she ever stood up for him?
Tears splattered onto the broken glass as blood seeped down Morgan's forehead. He gaped at Sandra like she'd grown a second head.
The door burst open. Adam and Anna rushed in, their screams piercing the air at the sight of their father's blood. Adam planted himself like a tiny bodyguard, snarling at Sandra: "You're not my mother! You're just some crazy bitch! When the Wilson fortune's mine, I'll throw you in the gutter where you belong - you can eat garbage like the trash you are!"
Sandra went rigid. This venomous little stranger... this was the boy she'd cradled through night terrors? The child she'd loved through all her guilt?
As their sobs filled the room, something inside Sandra shattered louder than the picture frame. These weren't her children anymore - just hostile little aliens wearing familiar faces.
"Morgan," she said, each word dropping like a guillotine blade. "Take them back to Filici. Permanently. You'll get monthly support, but those shares? They're mine now. My attorney will draw up the papers."
Morgan scrambled up like he'd been electrocuted. "Those shares are the kids' birthright! After years of playing absentee mother, this is how you repay them? You owe them this, Sandra! I won't let you steal their future!" Spittle flew from his lips.
Sandra almost laughed. All his pretty speeches about family over wealth, his disdain for material things... yet his first concern was the shares. Not fighting to stay. Not pretending to care. Just the money.
And he hadn't even bothered to lie about wanting to stay.