After Giving Birth to Twins, I Asked for A Divorce

After giving birth to twins, a boy and a girl, I turned around and knelt before my in-laws to request a divorce.

In my previous life, my husband, Caedric Arclayne, attempted to swap the heir of our family with his first love's son to inherit the family assets.

When the truth was exposed, my in-laws were furious and sent the mother and child overseas, but they died in a tragic accident.

Caedric was furious when he found out and he personally sent me and the twins to an illegal black-market clinic, where he watched us die as our organs were harvested.

"Sandra was born with nothing. All I wanted was to give her and her baby a name, but you cruelly took their lives."

"You were so obsessed with my wealth, vicious woman. Go to hell and apologize to Sandra yourself."

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I gave birth. I swapped the babies back, held my child tightly in my arms and asked for a divorce.

Caedric Arclayne, this time, I want to witness you destroy your precious first love and your child with your own hands.

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"Giselle, this is our baby. Look how beautiful he is."

"He will be the heir of the Arclayne Group one day. You must raise him well. Don’t give him formula and breastfeed him."

Caedric looked down fondly at the baby in his arms, his eyes filled with uncontainable fatherly tenderness.

In the crib beside him, our daughter was wailing loudly, but he did not seem to hear her at all.

I stared at Caedric, who was dressed immaculately in his tailored suit, looking full of joy and his constant stream of instructions echoed in my ears.

The wounds on my body throbbed in pain, but the room was lightly scented with floral fragrance, not tainted with the metallic stench of blood like that horrific black-market clinic.

I was stunned upon realizing I had been reborn, reborn at the moment right after giving birth.

Caedric placed the baby boy in my arms.

"He keeps licking his lips. What a little devil. Feed him already."

He handed over the soft, tiny baby.

Looking down, I saw his skin was dark red and wrinkled. In my memory, my older child had fair skin, double eyelids and big, bright eyes.

"Hurry up and feed the baby. I’m heading out for a bit, I’ll come check on you later."

He left in a rush.

The moment the door slammed shut, I picked up the baby and followed him. Relying on my memory, I found the VIP suite on the third floor.

Through the partially open door, I saw the lavishly decorated room filled with roses, marble furnishings and a full-wall projection playing maternal care videos...

Wrapped in a silk brocade blanket, Sandra’s delicate face was as radiant as a peach blossom, with none of the paleness or exhaustion one would expect after childbirth.

My beloved husband Caedric was gently cradling her in his arms.

"Sandra, thank you for your hard work. The baby is beautiful. I’ve already handed her over to Giselle. He’ll be the legitimate eldest grandson of the Arclayne Group and the future heir of the Arclayne Group."

Tears welled in Sandra’s eyes as she rested against his chest.

"Honey, I can’t bear to part with our son. Just thinking about never seeing him again… I’d rather be dead."

Caedric patted her shoulder tenderly and soothed her, "Sandra, honey, don’t cry. Your tears break my heart."

"Don’t worry. It will only take eighteen years. Once our son inherits the Arclayne Group, I’ll make sure you reunite with him. By then, you’ll be the rightful Mrs. Arclayne."

"What about Giselle? Do you think she’ll ever forgive us?"

A flash of malice crossed Caedric’s face.

"She’s the one who ruined our happiness. If she doesn’t cause trouble, we’ll part peacefully. But if she steps out of line, I won’t hesitate to send her exactly where she belongs."

"No matter how powerful the Mirelin Family is, they won’t be able to trace someone who supposedly committed suicide due to depression."

He then embraced Sandra even more tightly.

"Baby, just hang in there for a little while longer. I still need the Mirelin Family’s support. I have to keep pretending to be the perfect husband. You know I’m doing this for our child. Everything is for our future."

Sandra opened her mouth, asking softly and cautiously.