When my child-free wife brought home her twin, I left without a trace.

Since my wife insisted on not having a child so on our wedding day, I chose to get a vasectomy.

However, twenty years later, the shares rights agreement of the Wilson Corporation bore the names of a pair of twins.

This made me launch a thorough investigation and I found out that they were the children my wife had secretly given birth to ten years ago. My retired parents-in-law had even been at their side at that time.

This was like a bolt from the blue, my fury erupted as I confronted her. "Why?" I demanded.

She responded calmly, "So, Morgan Lawrence can show his respect and fulfill his duty to his elders."

My eyes burned red with emotion as I looked at her and we argued fiercely.

Friends and elders around us tried to persuade me.

"Isn't it just children? After all, you two have been married for twenty years and she did not keep this secret from you. This shows how much Sandra still cares about you."

"You’ve had health issues for years, but Sandra has never abandoned you. After all, since the Wilson Corporation is such a huge enterprise; someone has to inherit it."

I looked at Sandra Wilson with heartache, but she did not say anything. Despite being in her early forties, she still had a youthful figure and appearance.

"If you never see them again, I won’t ask for a divorce. This is my biggest compromise," I said.

Sandra Wilson stood up and silently removed her wedding ring. "They are my closest blood relatives. I can’t possibly abandon them. I am their mother."

She looked at me and without a trace of guilt or hesitation she added, "If you refuse to let this go, then I’ll have to move out for a while."

My fists clenched tightly. That was the moment I completely gave up, so I said, "Sandra, let's divorce!"

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My father stood up slapped me across the face and shouted angrily, "Are you saying you want to divorce Sandra even though she is a good wife? I’ll break your legs!"

My cousin also said in a sharp tone, “Brother, do you know how much Sister-in-law has done for us? It’s just a child. You don’t even have to pay to raise them! How can you be so petty?"

Everyone tried to tell me to forget my intention to divorce her. Meanwhile, Sandra looked gloomy.

After she hesitated for a while, Sandra finally said, "Regan … that’s not what I meant."

A sharp pain clenched my chest. I lifted my head forced back the bitterness in my heart and said, "Sandra, what you meant doesn’t matter anymore because you’ve already broken our vows."

Sandra's expression became even more gloomy, but I could not read her emotions. She said, "Regan, we’re not young anymore. We’ve weathered so many storms together. I thought you would understand me."

"I was simply fulfilling my promise to Morgan. Nothing more. They are my responsibility, but I don't love them. Why are you so jealous over something that shouldn’t matter?"

Her tone was light as if she were explaining something inevitable as she gently chastised me for my narrow-mindedness.

However, her words felt like a knife that cut deep into my heart. So, it turned out that my patience and devotion had given her the audacity to disregard our marriage.

I closed my eyes briefly as memories flooded my mind.

Twenty years ago, when I was falsely accused and ostracized in college, Sandra stood up for me and from that moment on, I had fallen for the bold and beautiful Sandra.

I thought we were destined to be parallel lines and we would never cross paths.

However, a year after graduation, her family faced a financial crisis. Her illegitimate half-sister and a scumbag conspired to forge contracts and embezzle company assets.

As the Wilson Corporation teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, I quit my job without hesitation and joined the company.

Sandra and I spent years pleading with investors, swallowing our pride, drinking our way through business meetings just to secure orders.

It took five years to bring Wilson Corporation back to life.

When I finally married Sandra, she said she never wanted children because she had been deeply hurt by her half-sister. I made the decisive choice that I got myself a vasectomy on our wedding day.

A year later, under pressure from both our families, I endured the rumors and presented my medical diagnosis that I had a fertility problem. From then on, tonics and herbal remedies poured endlessly down my throat.

Sandra held me tenderly and her eyes were full of concern as she said, "Regan, let's us just tell them the truth. This much medicine isn’t good for you ..."

I looked at her seriously and asked, "Are you sure you can handle their pressure? Since not wanting children and being unable to have them are two different things. However, as long as you've made up your mind, I'll support you."

Sandra hesitated.

Back then, I told her that if she ever overcame her fears and wanted a child, I would undergo surgery to reverse the procedure and give us a baby of our own.

She nodded and agreed.

Ten years ago, my in-laws suddenly stopped pressuring us. My mother-in-law no longer rolled her eyes at me or forced me to drink herbal medicine.

They moved abroad to enjoy their retirement and left the entire house to Sandra and me. I thought they had finally come to terms with our decision.

However, it turned out the Wilson Corporation already had an heir, a pair of twins. Only then did I discover that the six years she said she spent "studying abroad" were actually used to give birth.

While suppressing my anguish, I asked, "Sandra, can you even distinguish between responsibility and love? Don't you think this is cruel to me? Didn’t you make me look like a complete fool? Do you think I’m a fool?"

When Sandra saw how upset I was, a trace of guilt flashed on her face and apologized, "I'm sorry, Regan. I just didn’t want you to suffer through surgery but I also wanted to fulfill my dream of being a mother."

Then she added, "Can you see that they are not interfering with our life and I can also help Morgan to fulfill his duty toward his parent? If you want to, the children can even respect and honor you as their father in the future."

When I heard this, I let out a bitter laugh. Then I said mockingly, "So, according to you, although my own wife cheated on me that I should be grateful since she gave me children who would be dutiful to me, right? Otherwise, what? I’d end up a lonely old man?"

Sandra's face turned red with embarrassment, so when she talked to me, her tone rose defensively, "Regan, why are you talking so harshly to me? What do you mean by cheating? Why are you being so mean to me? What happened between me and Morgan … it only happened once and it was because …"

It was possible she was too ashamed to carry on the conversation, she chased away everyone from the room.

She might be too ashamed to say anything so she pushed everyone out of the room before saying, "Regan, I know you're angry but try to think this from my perspective. I’m already forty-two and I just didn’t want to have any regrets. If you really love me, you should accept the children. Morgan has raised them well. You don’t have to do anything, so isn’t that a good thing?"

I stared at Sandra, my voice hoarse as I asked, "What if I don’t accept them?"

"Regan, is it so hard for you right now to accept this? Well, that's okay … I understand. You can have some time to think about this. However, I refuse to stop seeing Morgan and the children."

"Ah, next week is my father’s seventieth birthday and Morgan will bring the kids. You’ll like them once you meet them."

With that, she left and closed the door behind her.

I quietly unlocked my phone and opened the files sent by the detective. Thousands of photos and videos documented every moment of Sandra’s pregnancy, the birth of the twins and their lives up until now.

Of course, there was also a share transfer agreement.

In twenty years of marriage, she had spent most of each year abroad for "business studies". However, in reality, she had been with Morgan and their children.

How ridiculous that I had never once suspected anything.

Seeing the photo of them together as a happy and loving family, stabbed my heart.

Sandra smiled so sweetly and she looked so blissfully happy.

I had given up everything, whether it was my work or ambition, to marry into the Wilson Family. I stood in her shadow and supported her through thick and thin, only to realize that I was a mere passerby in her life.

Heartbroken, I closed my phone and made a call to a friend. "I'm willing to go to the Noroeste to expand the new market there and also, find me the best lawyer because I want a divorce."

At my father-in-law’s birthday banquet, Morgan arrived in a tailored suit, his well-maintained face exuding charm and elegance.

I wasn’t sure what he said, but my in-laws laughed heartily at his words.

The twins dressed in festive red suits and they looked adorable and lively.

My mother-in-law held their hands, her eyes filled with affection and since she was worried that they might be hungry or thirsty, she had the servants bring out signature pastries from a five-star hotel to serve them personally.