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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

If he still refuses to change, then they would have no choice but... to get divorced!


She and Chase had been married for eight years, sharing the ups and downs of life as flight attendants for three. She truly didn't want them to end up divorced.


In her mind, Chase had always been brave, resilient, and gentle.


But ever since she brought Eliot home, Chase had become prickly all over, impossible to touch or approach.


If only he had half of Eliot's empathy, their family would be happy now, and she'd feel much more at ease about going back to work.


She stood up, intending to lie down on the bed for a while.


As she passed by the delivery package, something caught her eye with a flash.


Aria squinted, crouching down to pick up the package.


Eliot saw this and his breath caught for a moment.


"Aria, you're tired. Go rest. I'll clean up those things later."


Aria ignored him and picked up the package herself.


Chapter 8