The Day My Father Died, My Billionaire Wife Gave Birth to Her Lover's Twins

My billionaire wife was in late pregnancy when she was kidnapped. Her water broke on the spot.

To save her, I was strapped to a drop tower by dozens of men and tortured for three days and nights. By the end, blood poured from my lower body like a river, and the child inside her had died in the womb.

Serena Gilbert collapsed. She rushed me to the hospital like a woman possessed.

After surgery, the doctor delivered the verdict: I would likely never be able to father children again.

She knelt before me, face streaked with tears, voice raw with guilt:

"Alex Harding, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"I promise you—from now on, you're the only man I'll ever have. As for children… having you is enough for me."

Five years later, I returned from an overseas business trip to find Serena in trouble again. I rushed over.

But when I arrived, she was shielding Kyle Mercer—the college student I'd sponsored for five years—behind her. And her belly was just as swollen as it had been back then.

Before I could even open my mouth, she grabbed me.

"Alex, the baby's coming. I won't let him or this child suffer even the slightest harm!"

"They just want me to pay a small price. You can take the hit for us!"

She shoved me forward. My lower body slammed straight into the knife the attacker was holding.

Hot liquid surged from my body.

What Serena didn't know was that today I'd been heading to a checkup. After years of treatment, my azoospermia had finally been cured.

And now, by her own hand, it was destroyed all over again.

——

The moment I hit the ground, familiar arms caught me.

"Alex! How are you? Why is there so much blood!"

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault. If I hadn't made so many enemies in business, I wouldn't keep hurting you like this!"

She pressed her hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. She yanked out her phone and screamed, "Doctor! Get a doctor here NOW!"

"If anything happens to him, I will bury your hospital!"

Serena had always been ice-cold, unshakable. The last time I'd seen her lose control like this was five years ago, on the way to the hospital.

But now, watching the veins bulge at her temples, I felt nothing.

Instead, my eyes locked onto her swollen belly.

Panic flickered across her face. She rushed to explain:

"Alex, don't overthink this. My father—he threatened to kill himself if I didn't give him an heir."

"You know how big my business has gotten. Someone has to inherit it eventually. But don't worry—once the baby's born, I'll send him abroad. He won't be anywhere near you."

Before I could respond, Kyle stepped forward, looking pitiful:

"Alex, I'm sorry. I… I didn't mean for this to happen. Ms. Gilbert had too much to drink that night, and then…"

"I apologize. I wronged you!"

He moved to bow, but Serena didn't give him the chance. She stood and pulled him into her arms.

"What are you apologizing for? None of this is your fault!"

"I'm the one who took your virginity and made you a father out of nowhere. If anyone should apologize, it's me!"

Every word was a knife twisting in my chest.

The wound in my body screamed. I couldn't hold back a groan, and only then did Serena notice my face—completely drained of color.

She was about to snap at someone when the ambulance arrived. She bent down to help me up. We hadn't taken a single step when—

Kyle let out a pained moan behind us.

Serena's hands released me instantly.

I slammed into the ground.