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My darling, international airline captain Aria, infertile for eight years, brought home a pair of five-year-old twins after completing her flight. She held hands with Eliot, the co-pilot I had personally trained, bypassing me and heading straight to the master bedroom with the children and luggage.
"I know what you're thinking. Although my relationship with Eliot started as an accident, we've been working in perfect sync on the plane for five years. He stood by me in extremely dangerous situations, encouraging me to successfully give birth to a son and a daughter. I could never abandon him!"
"Eliot and I have two months of rest coming up. During this time, you should temporarily move to the guest room... The children are still young; they'll have nightmares if they don't sleep with me and Eliot."
Seeing me frozen in place, Aria sighed and finally softened her voice.
"I know this situation is unfair to you, but don't worry, I won't divorce you. As long as you can get along peacefully with Eliot and treat the children as your own, we can still live happily and lovingly like before."
I spoke coldly, with indifference.
"What if I can't do that?"
Aria's face suddenly changed, her eyes turning cold and filled with warning.
"You can't? Then let's get divorced! But Chase, without me, who else would want you? A useless man with no career, no money, and can't even get me pregnant?"
Under Aria and Eliot's contemptuous and disdainful gazes, I laughed, no longer reminiscing about the eight years of marriage and three years of flying together through thick and thin.
"Fine, let's get divorced then. But Aria, you don't really think that from now on you'll have a perfect family with both children and happiness, do you?"

Darling Infertile For Eight Years, Returns With Five-year-old Twins

At the time I left the airline, he smiled at me in the same way, saying with certainty:


"Chase, I'll beat you, whether it's in popularity, respect, or flying skills, or even..."


After many years, I finally understood what his lips had mouthed.


I successfully left Frost Manor with my luggage. Meanwhile, the Ashford family was in an uproar.


The portable video screen wasn't playing the child growth record that Aria and Eliot had prepared. Instead, it showed a detailed timeline of their affair and some explosive chat logs.


These were what I had spent a month and a half collecting.


At the same time, a package was delivered to Aria.


"I'm sorry, ma'am, this is cash on delivery. Could you please pay for it first?"


As the delivery label was torn off, the words "Paternity Test" appeared before Aria's eyes.


I sat in the back of the executive car, calmly opening the surveillance software.


Chapter 6