Chapter 1
My husband was firm about staying child–free, so I made a choice–I got my tubes tied the day we got married.
Twenty years later, I saw two names on the Ceppetelli Co. share agreement.
I secretly dug into it, and that’s when I found out–they were my husband’s kids! Twins he had fathered 10 years ago!
My retired in–laws had been raising them all this time!
The revelation hit me like a thunderclap. Enraged, I confronted him.
He simply explained, “I just did it to fulfill Shalane’s filial wish.”
Tears burned in my eyes as we fought harder than ever before, so much that even friends and family tried to step in to reason with me.
“You’ve been married for 20 years! It’s just a couple of kids! If Brent didn’t care about you, he wouldn’t have hidden them from you, right?”
“You haven’t been able to conceive all these years, but Brent stayed with you. Besides, the Ceppetellis‘ company needs an heir eventually.”
I looked at Brent, my heart aching. Despite being in his forties, he was still tall, his blonde hair untouched by age.
“If you stop seeing them, I won’t file for divorce. That’s my final compromise.”
Brent stood up and silently removed his wedding ring.
“They are my blood, Cammie. I can’t abandon them. I am their father, too.”
He looked at me–without a hint of guilt.
“If you can’t let this go, then I’ll move out for now.”
I clenched my fists, losing all hope.
“Then let’s get a divorce, Brent!”
It was then that my father shot up, and his big hand landed on my
face.
“Brent has been such a good husband to you, and you dare divorce him? I could put you in a wheelchair right now!”
My cousin chimed in frantically, “Camryn, do you know how much Brent has done for us? It’s just a couple of kids! He’s not even asking you to spend a dime to raise them! How
could you
throw away your marriage for such a small matter?”
As everyone tried to convince me to stay, Brent’s face darkened.
He frowned and finally spoke.
“Cammie, that’s not what I meant.”
Pain stabbed through my chest. I lifted my head, forcing back the lump in my throat.
“It doesn’t matter what you meant anymore, Brent. You broke our vows.”
Hie expression turned cold and
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“It doesn’t matter what you meant anymore, Brent. You broke our vows.”
His expression turned cold and unreadable.
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“We’ve been through so much together, Cammie. After all these years, I thought you’d understand me.
“I was just keeping a promise I made to Shalane back then. There’s nothing more to it. They are out of responsibility, not out of love! Why are you being so jealous over something that doesn’t even matter?”
His voice was calm, almost resigned as if I were the unreasonable one.
But to me, it was bitter beyond words.
All these years, my patience and understanding had only made him feel entitled to disregard our marriage.
For a moment, I closed my eyes.
Twenty years ago, back in college, I was falsely accused, bullied, and cast out. Brent was the one who stood up for me, and from that moment on, I fell for the noble, righteous man
he was.
I thought we were destined to remain parallel lines, close but never crossing.
But a year after graduation, his family’s business was on the verge of collapse. His stepbrother had colluded with a conman, forging contracts and stealing assets.
As Ceppetelli Co. collapsed, I didn’t even think twice–I quit my job and threw myself into saving his family’s company.
For years, Brent and I ran around begging for investors, swallowing our pride, drinking glass after glass just to secure deals.
It took five grueling years, but we finally brought Ceppetelli Co. back to life.
On our wedding night, he told me he never wanted children–his step–brother’s betrayal had scarred him too deeply. Without hesitation, I got my tubes tied.
A year later, when our parents started pressuring us for kids, I stood firm. I let them believe I was infertile, even showing them a medical diagnosis.
From that moment on, they forced endless herbal remedies and supplements on me.
One night, as I forced myself to swallow yet another bitter cup of tonic, Brent pulled me into his arms, his voice full of concern.
“Cammie, I should tell them the truth before this harms you.”
I looked up at him intently.
