After Giving Birth to Twins, I Asked for A Divorce

"What about this child? I’m afraid I can't take care of him properly. What if something happens..."

Caedric sneered.

"Just do the bare minimum. Don’t wear yourself out. If he dies, then it’s just his own bad luck. I only have one child and that’s our Elion."

Sandra nodded, then lifted her head and kissed Caedric.

The two of them clung to each other with passion, completely disregarding the fact that she had just given birth.

A nurse entered the room and I quickly slipped away.

The couple paused and Caedric helped Sandra up and followed the nurse out of the ward. The moment they turned the corner, I gathered every ounce of my strength, rushed inside, swapped the babies and hurried back to the ward on the second floor.

Lying back on the bed with my son in my arms, I realized I was drenched in sweat and the pain from my wounds was sharp as if freshly torn open.

I clutched my son tightly and burst into tears.

In this life, I had finally held my son again. Once I get my Elion back, I would absolutely seek justice for myself and make that heartless man and that despicable woman pay for everything they had done.

A month later, my in-laws organized a lavish celebration for the twins’ birth.

Caedric held the child with great care in front of the guests, acting as though the baby were made of glass, terrified anyone might touch him.

My in-laws were beaming with joy, completely enchanted by their grandchildren and unwilling to let them go for even a moment.

All the guests praised the Arclayne Group, showering them with compliments and saying they were truly blessed. A pair of heir and heiress twins was surely a sign that the family would rise to even greater heights.

At that moment, Sandra suddenly stepped out from among the crowd, her expression brimming with excitement as she looked at the baby.

"Mr. Arclayne, may I hold the baby?" she asked.

"Of course, Miss Blake."

Yes, Caedric’s beloved first love was also his personal assistant and a distant cousin of the Arclayne Group. In order to allow Sandra Blake to remain by his side openly, he deliberately arranged multiple identities for her.

I had married into the Arclayne Group. Caedric was the only son of the wealthiest man in Javensport and I was the only daughter of an influential hidden family.

My eldest brother held a senior position in government, while my second brother was a prominent figure among the capital’s social and political elite. My father-in-law and my own father shared a bond forged through life-or-death trials. My father-in-law had once saved my father’s life.

My paternal lineage was one of distinction and legacy. My father had been received by the President himself and had served three terms in Congress. Even the cathedral bore his name.

When the Arclayne Group faced bankruptcy, my father stood by them and single-handedly turned the tide, supporting them with everything he had. It was because of that support that the Arclayne Group rose again, step by step and Caedric eventually became the richest man in Javensport.

The ties between our families ran deep and complex, with a loyalty that was hard to sever. It was this bond that forced Caedric to marry me and give up his so-called first love.

However, I never expected him to be so heartless, so ruthless that he would kill his own flesh and blood just for the sake of that woman.

Now that I had been reborn, I knew the Arclayne Group was doomed.

Caedric gently placed the baby into Sandra’s arms, gazing at her with tender affection in his eyes.

"The baby is perfectly fine. Look at how adorable she is."

Tears finally welled up in Sandra’s eyes. She looked up at Caedric, her voice trembling as she said, "Mr. Arclayne, thank you."

"Silly girl. This child is your nephew. What’s there to thank me for?"

Sandra smiled at his words, then gently rubbed the baby’s cheek against hers.

Her every gesture radiated gentle, maternal affection.

I walked over slowly, a subtle smile on my lips and said lightly, "Miss Blake, I heard your baby just turned one month old. Where is the little one? Why didn’t you bring him along to enjoy the celebration?"

Sandra’s public identity was that of a married woman. Her supposed husband worked overseas in a confidential role, which explained why he was rarely seen.

Sandra’s expression turned downcast and she sighed with sorrow.

"My baby’s had a high fever for several days and now it’s spread to his lungs. The doctor prescribed some medication and he finally managed to fall asleep."

I sneered inwardly but kept my tone polite and acted surprised.

"Something that serious in the lungs can be life-threatening for a baby. Why didn’t you bring him to the hospital immediately?"

Tears welled up in Sandra’s eyes again and she looked utterly pitiful.

"I had no choice. The baby’s biological father is missing and can’t be reached and I only earn one thousand and fifty hundred a month. I simply don’t have the money to get him proper treatment."