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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

"Aria, open your eyes wide and take a good look. Do these two bastards resemble me in any way?!"


Eliot pressed his lips together, looking pitiful.


"The children are truly yours, Aria. There are countless kids in this world who only look like their father and not their mother. We've been together for five years. You got pregnant right under your own nose and gave birth to them through a difficult labor in the doctor's hands. How could I possibly deceive you, Aria? Besides, there was no signal on the plane and no other women around. Who could I have gotten close to, let alone have them bear my children and hand them over to you to raise? Aria, you have to believe me!"


Aria pursed her lips, her grip loosening slightly, though doubts still lingered in her heart.


She had been infertile for three years, and it was no small feat to finally feel the presence of a baby in her womb.


Chapter 7