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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

"Chase, let's forget about it. We can still live like we used to, it's just... I can't give you children anymore, and our parents won't get to experience the joy of grandchildren."


Her dejected appearance pierced my heart. My voice was hoarse as I responded.


Three years ago, Aria suddenly asked me to go home.


I still remember that night, the smoke swirling, obscuring Aria's face.


Ever since she learned her illness was incurable, she had taken up smoking.


"Chase, go home and take it easy. Life on the plane is too demanding. I don't want you to keep suffering like this."


I looked at her, unable to read her thoughts for the first time.


"I'm a grown man, what do I have to fear about hardship? Besides, what about you? How can I be at ease with you flying alone?"


Aria laughed, lazily draping her arm over my shoulder.


"Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."


"Seriously, Chase, go home and rest. Don't keep suffering on the plane. This is the sky after all, where you could lose your life at any moment. If I die, it's no big deal, but how could I bear it if something happened to you? You've already endured too much hardship and fear because of me. Now that we have money, I just want you to rest and take it easy."


She lowered her eyes, and I couldn't make out her emotions. "And besides, I've already made you unable to have children. If something were to happen, how could I face your parents?"


After a moment, she raised her head, forcing a smile.


"How does that saying go again? You're responsible for being beautiful, I'm responsible for making money! We're just the reversed version of that!"


I couldn't help but laugh at her joke. After our heart-to-heart, I returned with all our savings to start my entrepreneurial journey.


During these five years apart, Aria and I rarely kept in touch.


She had no vacation time, and during flights, phones needed to be turned off or put in airplane mode. We could only squeeze in a few words on the phone when her flights landed.


A week ago, when we were on the phone, she told me she finally had some time off.


I was overjoyed, planning to share all the good news I couldn't tell her in time over the past five years once she returned.


But here she was, standing in front of me with a son and a daughter...


I took a deep breath, suppressing the dull ache in my heart, and looked at Aria again.


She was thirty now. Flying had changed her once olive skin to a cool pale shade, inadvertently adding a touch of delicate beauty.


"There's nothing left to say, Aria. I can't possibly live under the same roof with them. If you insist, then let's... let's get divorced!" "Just remember, I hope you won't regret it when you finally see the truth!"


Aria frowned, pressing her lips together as she looked at me.


After a long moment, she sighed and whispered something in Eliot's ear.


Eliot listened, then looked at me, giving a slight nod before taking the child into the master bedroom.


"After you left, Eliot took your place as co-pilot on the plane."


Eliot had joined the crew two months after I became co-pilot.


He was awkward with words and often made mistakes. Every time I saw him, he was either being scolded by the maintenance crew or on his way to deal with another passenger complaint.


Considering his young age and how pitiful he looked, I voluntarily asked my superiors to let me take him under my wing and teach him the ropes of flying.


At least this way, things would be easier. No more scoldings or complaints.


Chapter 2