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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

It was about six months after he arrived that Aria suggested I return home.


"You know there's a lot of uncertainty up in the sky. Soon, Eliot will be just as respected by those instructors and flight attendants as you are."


"But he's still quite young, and he's been through a lot of hardship. It's inevitable that he feels some insecurity. As the captain, I can't help but look out for him more. Besides, he's your apprentice too, isn't he?"


"The drug was potent. I had no choice but to... with him in the bathroom... Anyway, he saved my life. He's my savior. Now he's given me two children. Even if you're unwilling or unhappy about it, you'll just have to bear with it!"


"Chase, I know you don't really want to divorce me. I understand you're angry and saying things out of frustration, so I've explained everything to you. I hope that once you've calmed down, you can get along well with Eliot."


He glanced at the strand of white hair on my head.


"Those two children are very lovable. You... you'll grow to like them once you get to know them. Who knows, you might even treat them better than Eliot and I do." "You know about my condition. Except for that one time five years ago, I haven't been able to... I'll probably only have these two children in my lifetime."


"Chase, you love me. Now that things are settled, can't you just accept Eliot and our children for my sake?"


As she finished speaking, he and Eliot's daughter opened the master bedroom door, their eyes wide and fixed directly on Aria.


"Mom, my brother and I want to go to sleep. Are you done talking with uncle? Can you come tuck us in with dad?"


Aria quickly extinguished her cigarette, walked over and hugged her daughter lovingly, giving her two kisses.


I stared at the girl's face, which bore no resemblance to Aria's, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.


Before closing the door, Aria looked back at me, a hint of guilt in her eyes.


"For these two months, I'm afraid you'll have to sleep in the guest room..."


She pressed her lips together, as if she had mentally prepared herself.


"Oh, by the way, Zoran and Melody are also five years old now, almost ready for first grade. Before that, Eliot and I want to send the kids to preschool to build their confidence. You've been at home for five years, do you know of any good preschools?"


My heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed tightly, and my eyes immediately welled up with tears. I bit my tongue, letting tears slide down the corners of my eyes.


Although I'd been with the Ashford family for five years, I had never raised children and was always busy with entrepreneurship. Why would I have paid special attention to the quality of kindergartens?


"Aria, I advise you not to rush into transferring the child's household registration and enrolling her in school. You might end up doing all the work for someone else's benefit!"


Aria frowned, about to say something, but was interrupted by Eliot from inside the house.


Eliot walked out pale-faced, took her hand, and smiled a bit forcedly.


Aria gave me a long look, said nothing more, and turned to go inside.


I smiled bitterly, moved the pillows and blankets piled messily in front of the master bedroom, and pushed open the door to the guest room.


The Ashford family house was still the old house from before, so it wasn't soundproof.


Chapter 3