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.

As soon as my mother-in-law's eyes fell on me, she just grunted her acknowledgment and casually tossed my gift onto the pile of presents. She had never thought highly of me because she always believed I wasn’t good enough for her daughter and I was just a man without ambition.

Morgan gave her a jade bracelet with a flattering smile. My mother-in-law immediately wore it on her wrist in delight and kept praising him over and over again.

"Morgan! You're so kind. I really like a jade bracelet. They're good for one’s health."

Then, she glanced at me and scoffed, "Unlike some people, who look gloomy all the time. That kind of people is bringing bad luck with their gifts."

At that moment, Sandra noticed the children and she instinctively let go of my arm and rushed over. "Adam, Anna, did you miss Mommy?"

She then knelt and pulled the two children into her embrace as she said this.

Morgan stood by the side while watching them with a gentle smile. He was like a devoted husband. He naturally reached out and kissed Sandra on the cheek.

She patted his chest as if dusting off imaginary specks and asked softly, "Was the flight tiring for you? Was Adam and Anna being good children?"

As if suddenly remembering my presence, her real husband, hurriedly took the little boy by the hand and led him over to me.

Then she introduced him, "Regan, this is Adam. He is the older brother."

The boy looked almost identical to Morgan. His resemblance with his father was about ninety percent while his ten percent likelihood resembled Sandra, with the same thin lips and big eyes as her.

The little boys gave me a disdainful look and said, "You're so ugly. You're not as handsome as my dad at all."

Then he turned to Sandra and pouted, "Mommy, you promised me a big gift for my tenth birthday. What is it?"

Instead of addressing the boy's rudeness toward me, Sandra hesitated slightly before saying, "Mommy already has it prepared. However, you must be polite. This is Uncle Regan. Say hello to him quickly."

The boy lifted his chin arrogantly and said, "I know who you are. You're that useless guy. You stole my mom away from us. We don’t like you. Get lost!"

Sandra froze the moment she heard that and just when she was about to scold him, Morgan stepped in and said, "Sandra, children don’t always mean what they say. Don’t be too harsh on him. He barely gets to see you so it’s only natural he’s upset."

Guilt flashed across Sandra’s face. She quickly knelt, stroked the boy’s hair and coaxed him, "Adam, be a good boy. From now on, Mommy can be with you more often."

The boy nodded and a pleased smile spread across Sandra's lips and she straightened up and walked away with Morgan. Then, right before they walked out the door, she turned back and waved at me with a cheerful smile as if nothing had happened.