She Lost Her Children While Believing Her First Love

Vince's POV

“The babies are safe in the nursery. Stop using them to manipulate me,” Luisa hissed.

Still, I begged her over and over to give them back. They needed emergency care. Every second mattered.

But she pulled her hand away in disgust, shaking me off like I was nothing.

“Drop the act,” she snapped. “As long as you behave, I won’t hurt those two little bastards. Oh, and tomorrow at the press conference, you’re going to admit publicly that you’re infertile. That you’re the one who’s useless. That’s why I had to have Toby with Albion. Then, you’ll transfer every single one of your shares and assets to him and his son. From now on, your only job is to serve them. Obediently.”

Then she threatened, “But if you try anything sneaky again, if you so much as touch a hair on that child’s head, I won’t just deal with you and your brats. Your dying father in that VIP hospital bed won’t make it, either.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. I stared at her like I was looking at a stranger.

“Luisa… has your conscience been eaten by dogs?! My father’s in a coma because he saved your life! And now you’re using his life to threaten me?”

She sighed in annoyance. “Look, as long as you do your job, take care of Albion and Toby, keep them happy, I won’t touch him.”

With that, she looped her arm through Albion’s and walked away, saying sweetly, “Albion, thank you for bringing me such a perfect heir. I need to give you a proper reward.”

Blood poured from my body as I lay there begging the guards at the press conference to please take me to a hospital. I also begged them to return my babies.

That was when my mother-in-law arrived. Her face went pale the moment she saw the blood all over the venue and me lying there with both my legs broken, soaked in red.

“Get him to the hospital now!” she screamed. “Where are my grandchildren?! If anything happens to those babies, I swear none of you will get away with it!”

Finally, they rushed me and the twins to the hospital.

But there were no doctors.

Not a single one.

My mother-in-law, furious, demanded to know where all the medical staff had gone.

The nurses hesitated, then one of them explained, clearly distressed, “Ma’am, Miss Luisa has called every doctor in the city to her villa by the river. Mr. Chavez scraped his finger while giving blood, and she was afraid it might get infected, so she ordered all doctors to stay on-site just in case. Right now, there are no doctors available anywhere in the city.”

My mother-in-law lost it. She started calling every number she could think of.

“This is insane!” she cried. “Her husband and babies are dying, and she pulls every doctor away just to fuss over a third party and some illegitimate child?!”

Ten calls later, Luisa finally picked up, irritated.

“What do you want now?” she said flatly. “Is Vince throwing a tantrum again and using you as backup?”

My mother-in-law shouted into the phone, trembling with rage, “Vince is bleeding out! He’s already passed out! And the babies’ heartbeats have stopped! If they don’t get emergency treatment right now, they’re going to die! And you—you sent every doctor away?! Do you want to kill your husband and your children?!”

Yet, Luisa only laughed coldly. “He put you up to this, didn’t he? Please. He just got slapped a few times. That’s not ‘bleeding out.’ And the babies? I saw them with my own eyes when they were sent to the nursery. They were perfectly fine. What, now they’re suddenly dying? At least try to lie believably. Whatever, I don’t have time for this. I need to take newborn photos with Albion and our son. He wants doctors? Fine. I’ll send someone.”

My mother-in-law hung up and grabbed my hand tightly. “Don’t be scared, Vince. The doctors are coming. Just hold on, okay?”

I held the babies close to my chest, feeling their life slipping away.

And in that moment, I remembered the last lifetime how my children never even opened their eyes, never made a single sound before Luisa smashed them to death with her own hands.

Shaking uncontrollably, I clutched my mother-in-law’s hand and whispered through bloodstained lips, “Mom, three years ago, my father fell into a coma saving Luisa. You promised me... you said you’d treat me like your own son. And if Luisa ever turned against me... you said you’d help me divorce her.”